| The sound of breathing, the silence intense
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| The hearts are pounding, endlessly here
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| The wind tumbling steadily, traded between us
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| It becomes a wild and powerful strength
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| New Light
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| You took my wind, and gave me your wind
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| It passes between us, invisible, pure
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| The patterns in motion, the birds in their forms
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| The horizon is only a point on the map
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| New Light
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| The holy head dressed with feathers, and howling
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| The mother protects the young, and the worn
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| The clouded dusk drops, the burning sun cracks
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| The natural world reinvents itself
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| And turning the wheel, the iron fears crying
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| The walls moan and sing as they shift in the wind
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| The night is a prayer that beckons the dawn
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| Hopeful and patient for new light to come
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| New Light |