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from Cold Mountain (콜드 마운틴) by Gabriel Yared [ost] (2003)
Paths are there for us to follow, this is gospel I believe
Angels are around us flying, truth and mercy to recieve Pictures of uncommon nature, painted by a masters hand Draw me ever on life's journey, rendered thus to understand As a songbird that is fallen, only to regain the sky From this frozen shadow valley, lay my sweary head Love is from no distance calling, faithful as the rising sun Warms the bitter heart and heartache, till the east of Eden's gone Clouds of fear and misconception, wax and wane as if the moon So is in a sense forsaken, till the will of God be known As a songbird that is fallen, only to regain the sky From this frozen shadow valley, lay my sweary head |
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