| Trailing out through the golden dawn
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| Veering into the angry swarm carried by the birds into the dark
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| Swooping down through the blurry clouds
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| Peeling back the enormous shroud to release the beast that lurks behind
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| Mother nature calls your name
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| Leads you to an open space
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| The winter is coming
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| And you have no time to waste
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| Later on at the _ lair, see the birds melt into the air
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| No one could protect them from the sun
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| Blazing on for another world, setting off through the silent swirl
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| Think of all the faces they may know
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| Mother nature calls your name
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| Leads you to an open space
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| The winter is coming
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| And you have no time to waste
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| Free at last now, the bird has flown
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| Looking down from his floating throne
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| Just a lonely stranger in the sky
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| Down below, people walk the road
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| They never pause as they scurry home
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| They never see the birds are floating by |