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In the night is a silent calling

whispering the words of caring

not to be used as words of worning

it flows from the night to the moring

Where it fades into the clouds above

still reminding us of our love



In the night is a silent calling

crying the words of our soild memory

as the moon rises in the sky so high

the silent night sooths many a wimpering eye

but still I cry for the world shows me no pride

yet I dry my eyes for the ones for which I cried



In the night is a silent calling

telling my heart to ease it's swealing

as if I died it calls out to me

and thus I fall to one knee

who is it that holds the rusted key

who is it the picked it up out of the black sea



In the night is a silent calling

urging the mind to give the world meaning

keeping us up at night for what we are missing

speak out to the silent night it is always listening

then you need no key to be who is you

all you need is a love so true



In the night is a silent calling

at your emotions it might be crawling

hold on to your love and you shall not fall

the evil will crumble like a crumbling wall

then inside you, you will find who is you

one with our love the love that is true