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I ride through day and night |
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Listen wind, they art my fellows |
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Eternally I am looking for the eye |
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Inside my heart |
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The yearning grows |
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I rode through the forest and mountains |
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Over mountains have I |
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But it seems they touch the sky |
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Run through meadows so lonely |
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Wrestled up streams so clean |
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My lips art so cold |
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Where is the tongue that melts the ice and snow? |
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My grief is infinite |
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Where are art thou who heals my wounds? |
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I ride through day and night |
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Crystal wind bring me my fellows |
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Eternally I am looking for the eye |
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The palace of the earth |