From the sixth of seven northern lights,
You become part of night,
And the sun from darkness appears,
You find yourself seeing trought the edge,
Light of purple draws world in a new shape,
All old disappears.
You become part of night,
And the sun from darkness appears,
You find yourself seeing trought the edge,
Light of purple draws world in a new shape,
All old disappears.
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