| I am the mist in the morning
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| I am the moss in the ground
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| You are the light that cuts through the stone
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| I am the worms in the dirt
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| I am the branches reaching the sky
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| You are the source, the orchestrator of life
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| In the dark rain the gray mountains sing
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| A sad song of winter and the howling wind
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| Visions of the past in the haunting dreams
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| Under the dead sky, under the withered trees
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| The night falls upon the forest that weeps
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| Father of shadows that forever sleeps
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| I saw the lakes that shimmer
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| I head the clanging of the wild rivers
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| You are the voice that carries throughout the land
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| I felt the strength of my ancestors
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| As I walked through the land of the dead
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| You are the fire that burns forever
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| In the dark rain the gray mountains sing
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| A sad song of winter and the howling wind
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| Visions of the past in the haunting dreams
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| Under the dead sky, under the withered trees
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| The night falls upon the forest that weeps
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| Father of shadows that forever sleeps
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| In the dark rain the gray mountains sing
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| A sad song of winter and the howling wind
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| Visions of the past in the haunting dreams
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| Under the dead sky, under the withered trees
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| The night falls upon the forest that weeps
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| Father of shadows that forever sleeps |