| From the trees
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| From the deep
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| I am rising
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| Moving with the pace of your dreams
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| I am lingering
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| Where our voices join the choir
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| Where our numb bodies sleep
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| In a place where moments drift
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| Silence hits in wave after wave
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| Under careful watch from the stars
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| Under a shelter of blue and green
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| Whispers suppressed by snow
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| Silence hits in wave after wave
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| With the crows
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| With black wings
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| I am flying
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| Running with the pack of my own will
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| I am closing in
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| I hear the call
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| I see you fly
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| A motion like twin rocks
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| If you turn the moon will shift its course
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| If you listen the rain will sing your song
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| Now that we have found our path
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| Let it guide you
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| Let it carry you |