I can hear a whistling farther than yesterday
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I collect the scattered pieces
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I hold them tightly in my right hand, and softly close my eyes
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Knife-like moonlight rains down
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On a night that freezes even the horizon
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Alone in that wilderness, hugging my knee
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I strain to hear the song of the wind
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Those who do not know a sleepless night
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Cannot become strong; that is the rule
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I can hear whistling farther than the stars and the skies
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It's the words of someone's prayer
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I hold them tightly in my right hand, and softly close my eyes
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A thing that's even sadder than loneliness
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Is not realizing that loneliness
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No matter how freezing the night, under the earth
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Rather than being a bird that is trapped in a cage
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I would become a nameless stone
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I can hear a whistling farthe than yesterday
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I collect the scattered pieces
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And holding them tight in my right hand, I softly close my eyes
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I can hear whistling from a distant yesterday
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It's the words of someone's prayer
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And holding them tight in my right hand, I softly close my eyes
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Holding them tight in my right hand, I softly close my eyes
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