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Cold as the northern winds,in December mornings.Cold is the cry that rings,from this far distant shove.Winter has come too late.Too close beside me.How can I chase awayall these fears deep inside.Course:I'll wait the singns to come.I'll find a way.I will wait the time to come.I'll find a way home.My light shall be the moonand my path - the ocean.My guide - the morning star,as I sail home to you.CourseWho then can warm my soul?Who can quell my passion?Out of these dreams - a boat.I will sail home to you.more free lyrics
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