Stone steps cold, hard.
Warmth to a traveller from a far.
Resting, waiting.
Will he come?
The land is barren.
A stranger to this place.
Yet I know it well in my heart.
My eyes feast on faces warm.
Lights dazzling from their eyes.
They look, they pass, they know.
Will he come?
They know.
Warmth to a traveller from a far.
Resting, waiting.
Will he come?
The land is barren.
A stranger to this place.
Yet I know it well in my heart.
My eyes feast on faces warm.
Lights dazzling from their eyes.
They look, they pass, they know.
Will he come?
They know.
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