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Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze

Nothing will ever bring him to his knees

Cold are the nights, long are the days

But no one can ever take love away



And he kept a lock and key on it forever

And he took it out to make sure it was dead

And he held it in his hand

He held it in his hand

And he waited for the dawn for some relief



Calm is the girl, flames in her hair

Keeper of paths, mirth and despair

Cold winter day, warm summer night

That no one will ever bring back to life



And he kept a lock and key on it forever

And he took it out to make sure it was dead

And he held it in his hand

He held it in his hand

And he waited for the dawn for some release



Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze

Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze