| Weightlessly you leave the ground
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| Hanging gently in the breeze
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| You lift your head to face the stars
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| And catch the wind above the trees
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| You know you’re safe, you know you’re there
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| The night sky rushing through your hair
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| The shadow cast across the fields
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| By silver moon that lights the night
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| Over the mountains over the hills
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| The changing horizons, you drift through the valleys
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| Reaching for distance, floating alone
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| Like an eagle at midnight, under the stars
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| Through frozen eyes you see the hills
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| Go rolling by, your spirit fills with wonder
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| And the freedom to roam the winter sky
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| You drift into the fragrance of the forest
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| Swaying gently down below
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| The warm glow of a village sleeping silently
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| You rise to meet the bleakness of the mountain
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| That roll into the distance
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| A ghost upon the north wind bound for nowhere
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| To meet the rising sun |