High above the water Let it burn A
static symbol Sensitivity The centre of the new
day A scenic scenery And I wait The
seeds are burning In their winter coats I
consider them I consider them A song from
a mother A soothing reverie And I wait
It's not them Against the others overseas They'll
find a harmony They'll find a symbol there
They'll learn to quest the winter And I
resemble them And I wait
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