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I came out of the darkness
Holding one thing
A small white wooden horse
I'd been holding inside
And when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became alive
In the night the walls disappeared
In the day they returned
'I want to be a rider like my father'
Were the only words I could say
And when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became alive
Alive
And I fell under
A moving piece of sun
Freedom
I came out of the darkness
Holding one thing
I know I have a power
I am afraid I may be killed
But when I'm dead
If you could tell them this
That what was wood became alive
What was wood became alive
Alive
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