In Exile
Over hills and mountains I am calling, calling,
Down the frozen valley unanswered echoes die;
In your far-off city where the winter night is falling,
Will you feel the darkness vibrant with my cry?
Down the frozen valley unanswered echoes die;
In your far-off city where the winter night is falling,
Will you feel the darkness vibrant with my cry?
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