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Wake up, wake up:
There's an Angel in the snow.
Look up, look up:
it's a frightened dead boy
with so much hate, such bad dreams.
He could have seen
The toy's the key, but no one saw, no one saw

All he wanted was a toy.
All he needed was a gentle heart
to lead him through the dark
Boy and the ghost

when there's nowhere left to fall.
nowhere to hide
The silence is hurting
Inside it's cold. Sleep or die.
Nowhere to go, Nowhere to hide.
His light went out.