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Alone on the top of the fells I chant for the wild moon |
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I wrote my chant for the moon's glory, for the lighter of my mood |
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I wish I could be one of his sons and one with the earth |
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So I could walk on the lunar path and chant forever |
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I'm the son of the moon, I'm one with the creator... |
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I praise the moon, wild moon is my nature |
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My life is so short but yours is sustained |
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And when I'll leave my chant will remain |
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always with you my friend |
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On a crystal clear night I stare at the moon once raped by the sun, the guardian of the woods |
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The spirit of the night, it gave me the wild life |
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Under the shape of the moon I've found the final truth |
