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Embers remember the coach light And there, a pale December sun Beckons the black birds to rise To carry a crown to the new winter king A pin drop calls his name The lands are that quiet The restless spirits that roam the hills and valleys Take cautious steps from the other side Wishing wells…
Embers remember the coach light
And there, a pale December sun
Beckons the black birds to rise
To carry a crown to the new winter king
A pin drop calls his name
The lands are that quiet
The restless spirits that roam the hills and valleys
Take cautious steps from the other side
Wishing wells glow to light their way
Toward another endless and wandering day
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