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I heard the last root break, |
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And the steps nine |
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I felt the branch that fell |
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And the slithering snake |
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Wind from the west - speak |
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Wind from the east - speak |
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Wind from the south - speak |
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Wind from the north - destroy |
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I saw the wolf coming in the |
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Light of a burning blade |
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I embraced the end, |
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Deep down the buried water |
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Devoured were the sun, |
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By birth another was given |
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A beautiful burning daughter, |
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Rising proud towards the sky |
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As the earth trembled, |
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And the stars they fell |
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Deep down the buried water, |
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I shall become the eye |
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Over the green grass, |
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Gods they wander |
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Are we descendents of them? |
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Who suffered the flames |
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And the kingdom of death |
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Or the stillborn of the last breathing two |
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Them who lived of dew |
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If so ... I am becoming the eye |
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Wind from the west - speak |
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Wind from the east - speak |
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Wind from the south - speak |
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Wind from the north - destroy |