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Pick up where we seem to leave A better way I do believe Choices have left me here There's nothing left for me to fear I bide my time til I become Notice where I'm coming from The cold it tells me who I am We're all right back where we began And something's telling me that this is not the end A path to lead us to a dream again This gift to me has come along from you my friend A fresh breeze leading Winter to its end Winter always lifts away Right behind a brighter day This perfect darkness ending now In the seasons I'll be found And something's telling me that this is not the end A path to lead us to a dream again This gift to me has come along from you my friend A fresh breeze leading Winter to its end And something's telling me that this is not the end A path to lead us to a dream again This gift to me has come along from you my friend A fresh breeze leading Winter to its end From Letras Mania