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Awaken in the silent night.
Alone, inland hysteria. I am a stranger in this land. Here I kneel before you.
Oh, solemn glory.
Standing together on the hill. Nothing is spoken, but understood. Below, a procession of wooden men. Swinging their tree trunks in the wind.
The white birches are alive, they are marching.
Alone, inland hysteria. I am a stranger in this land. Here I kneel before you.
Oh, solemn glory.
Standing together on the hill. Nothing is spoken, but understood. Below, a procession of wooden men. Swinging their tree trunks in the wind.
The white birches are alive, they are marching.