| The wolf is on his way
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| To get out of the world
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| To climb over the mountains
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| And sing under the moon
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| This gentle breeze on my face
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| Listening to the chants of the waves
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| The sound of the wind in the branches
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| Reconnects me to the ancients and angels
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| What is there beyond the stars?
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| Why does the moon have all these scars?
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| The sea reflects your holy shines
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| What secrets do you hold inside?
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| We are a grain of sand in an infinite universe
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| I’m curious to know where I headed
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| All the good souls that always go first
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| Through the rain, through the storm
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| I keep on wandering all alone
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| Through the rain, through the storm
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| I keep on wandering all alone
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| What is there beyond the stars?
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| Why does the moon have all these scars?
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| The sea reflects your holy shines
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| What secrets do you hold inside?
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| What is there beyond the stars?
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| Why does the moon have all these scars?
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| The sea reflects your holy shines
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| What secrets do you hold inside? |