| Up high and far away, where the air is clear
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| A vast horizon shimmers
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| The cold wind seems to carry the light away
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| As the earth’s rotation closes the day
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| Beyond the towering peaks
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| Recurring shadows bow deep
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| Into the raging rivers
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| The ground runs cold and hard
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| Throughout the dark season
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| Roots grow deep in order to keep
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| Clinging to the gusty plains
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| The wind hushes the earth to sleep
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| The ebb and flow of growth and regression
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| Seasons build, seasons tear down
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| The northern hammer
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| Keeps beating, beating
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| Hear the echoes rumble
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| Summers reveal, winters conceal
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| The thunderous sky oversees it all
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| Up high and far away, where the air is clear
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| Vast horizon call
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| The mighty force of winter
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| Shapes a merciless scenery
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| Throughout the dark seasons
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| Roots grow deep in order to keep
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| Clanging to the gusty plains
|
| The wind hushes the earth to sleep
|
| The ebb and flow of growth and regression
|
| Seasons build, seasons tear down
|
| The northern hammer
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| Keeps beating, beating
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| Hear the echoes rumble
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| Across the thunderous sky |