The days are long but the years are short
And all the wind came from the shore
Seemed to imitate the path from the lake
I touched it for a second to touch your face
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And at cold nights I always know
Your words is gonna give me home
The fairies are singing again
.
.
Although the little house was locked forever
I knew your senses to change the weather
The questions were so small that I forgot
About how fragile is our hearts
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Even afterall, at cold nights I know
Your words is gonna give me home
And the fairies will be singing again
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Please, just say the spell will never fade
Though the trees can be a good company
Please, say the call will never will be late
More than despair, loss, hate and misery
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