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On a silent hill
In a silver stream
Sat a child
As in a dream

Others had whisperd
Others have screamed
But he remaind silent
A dead child it seemed

His eyes are closed
His body asleep
His dreams keep him locked
A thousant miles deep

Yet sometimes his eyes flare open
Eyes looking wild
Only to relax
Alone is this child

But when the sun rises
And drowns the moon in light
Does the child vanishes
Away with the night

As in trall of the moon
He comes every night
As silent as a ghost
With a target in sight

But now the river turns gold
Changed by the suns ray
A never ending circle
Forever to stay

So the child is waiting
Just as the silver moon
Waiting to be together
Their time will come soon

The sun rises over the river
The sun rises over the hill
The sun slowly rises
Slowly waking a girl

A twin together
Differen't as they may seem
Watching over eaceother
With eyes ever keen