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Ice on Silver/Waterfall
Down by the stream
I drift and dream
About the past, about the future
And you
And the waterfall, it calls to me
Its voice is ice on silver
The water flows
I feel it in my veins
It carries me, it sings my song
I sing along
And the waterfall, it calls to me,
Its voice is ice on silver.
The pebbles rise
From swirling depths
Unseen, and yet still there
I dream of you
And the waterfall, it calls to me
Its voice is ice on silver
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