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When the cold of winter comes, starless night will cover day.

In the veiling of the sun, we will walk in bitter rain.

But in dreams, I can hear your name.

And in dreams, we will meet again.

When the seas and mountains fall and we come to end of days,

in the dark I hear a call, calling me there.

I will go there and back again.