The Icon

Just before midnight all the lights are extinguished
The sense of anticipation is very real

This is the darkest moment of the whole year
This is no time to switch off
At the stroke of twelve
The icon emerges

Just before midnight all the lights are extinguished
This is the darkest moment of the whole year
This is no time to switch off

This is the darkest moment of the whole year
This is no time to switch off
At the stroke of twelve
The icon emerges

Just before midnight all the lights are extinguished
The sense of anticipation is very real

The icon emerges



Credits
Writer(s): Hoeve Tom
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