| When the cold wind is a-calling
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| And the sky is clear and bright
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| Misty mountains sing and beckon
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| Lead me out into the light
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| I will ride, I will fly
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| Chase the wind and touch the sky
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| I will fly
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| Chase the wind and touch the sky
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| Where dark woods hide secrets
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| And mountains are fierce and bold
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| Deep waters hold reflections
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| Of times lost long ago
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| I will hear their every story
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| Take hold of my own dream
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| Be as strong as the seas are stormy
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| And proud as an eagle’s scream
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| I will ride, I will fly
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| Chase the wind and touch the sky
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| I will fly
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| Chase the wind and touch the sky
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| And touch the sky
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| Chase the wind, chase the wind
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| Touch the sky |