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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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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 |
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Now I sing for you |
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As you have welcomed me |
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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 |
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Now I sing for you |
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As you have welcomed me |
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Now I welcome you |
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The shaman |
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Let's take our place as stars in the night sky... |
