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So many secrets buried with time we lost our direction replaced order with crime from swords into clouds our dreams to cheat death drawn into this madness where the world holds its breath We never learned although the warnings were clear hold me 'till the sun comes up on the shortest night of the year Too many betrayals semantics fall short no allies to help us we're no friends of the court humbled ambitions are all intersecting the stars are all out the world's unsuspecting  We never learned although the warnings were clear hold me 'till the sun comes up on the shortest night of the year An act of desertion when you're needed the most our plans lie in ruins but I'm not leaving my post summer surrenders as winter takes time the frozen reminders of when you were mine We never learned although the warnings were clear hold me 'till the sun comes up on the shortest night of the year