| As the tide whispers of unspoken stories
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| Of two lovers from an ancient realm
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| Who have bent the rules and broken spells
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| And changed the world of men
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| Two free souls who dreamt they could escape
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| All norms and codes that they could not obey
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| Other folks would mock their different heart
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| And let them go astray
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| Green were the meadows, the forests
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| But the oceans carried a greater promise
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| Without highs, without lows
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| Without dreams left to sow
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| Till they came here
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| Heroes of the dawn
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| As they showed that all love
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| Doesn’t fall from above
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| But is found
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| Like comfort in a storm
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| But their magic wasn’t meant to last
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| Vile envy lurking every now and then
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| As they burnt too bright and burnt too fast
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| In the eyes of other men
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| And the waves crowned with the whitest laces
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| Soon the grave for these beautiful minds
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| All the folks would talk as now are gone
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| The last ones of their kind
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| Green were the meadows, the forests
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| But the oceans carried a greater promise
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| Without highs, without lows
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| Without dreams left to sow
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| Till they came here
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| Heroes of the dawn
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| As they showed that all love
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| Doesn’t fall from above
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| But is found
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| Like comfort in a storm
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| Because the crown they defied
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| Sentenced without a trial
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| If you listen at dawn
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| They still sing with the sun
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| Their legend belongs to the light
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| As they showed that all love
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| Doesn’t fall from above
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| But remains
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| In corners of the heart
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| Without highs, without lows
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| Without dreams left to sow
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| Till they came here
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| Heroes of the dawn
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| But the folks of today
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| So frightened to love again
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| Have buried their name long ago |