Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
For when the morning breaks
They're swept away by golden drops of dawn
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Passions will part to a warm melody
As fires will sometimes turn cold
Like petals in the wind
We're puppets to the silver strings of souls
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Your tears will be tremblin' now we're somewhere else
One last cup of wine we will pour
I'll kiss you one more time
And leave you on the rollin' river shore
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