| From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl
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| Scanning down the hill of an indian scared site
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| I can see a figure with hair white like the snow
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| The polar crystal breath.
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| Gyrating around the pyre like a planet in orbit
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| Around the burning mass of a life giving sun
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| Following the ways of the ageless
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| Parallel not our paths can cross
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| In a shower of meteor storm
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| As you have sung for me Now I sing for you
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| As you have welcomed me Now I welcome you
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| The shaman
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| From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl
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| Scanning down the hill of an indian scared site
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| I can see a figure with hair white like the snow
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| The polar crystal breath.
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| As you have sung for me Now I sing for you
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| As you have welcomed me |