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There is a fire in your voice, there  is a fire. There  is a fire in your voice, there is a fire. The river of light is running dry, eyes  are burning, deceiving  the heart. I hear howls from the northern dogs, there  is a fire in their voices. Crowned in colours of fall and the setting sun in her hand. I see children run towards dying light, there  is a fire in her voice. Dusk sets a tone, reminds us of what is to come. This night is a window, we offer our admission and return home. Dusk sets a tone, reminds us of what is to come. This night is a window, we offer our admission and return home. There is a fire in your voice, there  is a fire. There  is a fire in your voice, there is a fire.