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I saw the light fade from the sky.
On the wind I heard a sigh.
As the snowflakes cover my fallen brothers,
I will say this last goodbye.
Night is now falling,
so ends this day.
The road is now calling,
and I must away.
Over hill and under tree,
through lands where never lighthas shone,
by silver streams that run down to the sea.
The Last Goodbye-Billy Boyd