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The trade's on
She drains emotion
To drink from her breast of fortune
Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning
Birth time rose
A thorn for coronation
All arise from your rest
We will find enough there to feed you
Soon you'll belong to the blest
Spare us your lives while we need you
Loud is the music the crowd is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music the sky is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music the crowd is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music the sky is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on
And on
Winter marches on
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