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I see the shadow of a tall tree fading in the sunless sky I feel the aching of an old bruise healing, blue and black as night I will go, I will where the cold wind blows I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows I feel the cadence of the breakers pounding me into the stone I hear the memory of an old love calling me to come back home I will go, I will where the cold wind blows I will rise, I will rise when the new moon glows From Letras Mania