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Into The Dawn
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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On the distant hills the trees are stripped bare
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Rustling leaves everywhere
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Sometimes cold and sometimes warm
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Sometimes wind and sometimes storm
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Whispering breezes are calling my name
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Throwing faces into the rain
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The smell of winter deep in my brain
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Ią„m alone - home again
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And the autumn-wind blows through the land
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Across my dreams of nostalgia
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The day is dawning
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The past is calling
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I search for silence all around
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While Ią„m walking over muddy grounds
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I still hear the voices of those who I lost
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Crieing for freedom whatever it costs
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And the autumn-wind....
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...The past is calling
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Oh, I am falling
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Raindrops falling out of the sky
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Memories teaching me how to cry
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Pastą„s bells ring again
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So I close my eyes and dive into the dawn
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Running through the howling storm
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Run away
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Away
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But the autumn-wind blows through this land
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And lights the hell of nostalgia
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The past is calling
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I am falling
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Children voices sadly and loud
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Calling for peace out of the thunderclouds
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Ią„ve got to run
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And scream
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But I close my eyes and dive....
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Raindrops falling...
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Children voices...
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So I close my eyes...
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Into The Dawn
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| Another Tale |
