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We open on darkened horizons; young and violent, miles away On different roads we were aimless--can you blame us? How we’ve found our way Oh, your face is perfection--the solace that I need The reflection of words that I could never say We met on a course of white horses; white horses, not like today With all of our trouble behind us--to remind us that nothing’s in our way Escaping the past that consumed, us we found trust--a reason to be When everything seemed to be broken, it was spoken to be our destiny From Letras Mania