In dead of winter
When all seems dead
When all seems deluded
And you are left with dread
In the darkest hour
Where you will arrive
Time will be turning
The dawn will arise
From out of the darkness
A new light will shine
A new coming of wisdom
A new paradigm
Nothing ever gets lost
Never will anything fade
As our reality begins to shatter
As our time starts to conjugate
It will be Love
That holds us together
It will be Love
That we'll make matter
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