By the cold light of the moon

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As the city slumbers
We roam its streets
Whitewalkers in the dead of night
Pale shadows who drift at the speed of light
Around dying embers we try to be warm
And keep on riding
Till the break of dawn.

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Shadowfax stares into the night
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My riding buddy is a relative- it runs in the family
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A sports tourer and an adventure tourer
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Crossed 4500km-the engine is one smooth mill now

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