Gloria et honor DeoUsquequaque altissimoUnta Patri, FilioqueInclito ParaclitoGlo
I'm walkingIn the mistAll blinded by these tearsCan't see youCan't
The winterwindCame in from the northAnd I could feel a
Playful you whisperTeasing my mindAre you for realOr imaginationJoyful you
'Cause you and IWe travel to the far end of
The sky came downIt fell on to the groundWithout a
Searching for my placeWondering what I will becomeSketches in my
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