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After the First Dawn
Meet me in the morning,
When the last snowflake falls,
Next to the water,
Where the rope bridge washed away,
Take the path,
Beyond the bowing kissing tree,
Then follow me,
Out of this dream.
When the last snowflake falls,
Next to the water,
Where the rope bridge washed away,
Take the path,
Beyond the bowing kissing tree,
Then follow me,
Out of this dream.
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