Searching among ashes
Looking for gold lying
There calling me.
Hearing it well
I shut out the cynics
For in the morning
The night's made warm
I sing the purity
And joy of sunrises
Calling awakenings
To those who hang on
december 1999
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| And I'll clear the debris Searching among ashes Looking for gold lying There calling me. Hearing it well I shut out the cynics For in the morning The night's made warm I sing the purity And joy of sunrises Calling awakenings To those who hang on december 1999 |
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