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we are spirits passing through the doors of time (perception?)with an invitation heard before we findshadows on the mountain sideeagles find the souls they hideand the outcast child enchanted by the sunwill seek his shelter never knowing oneshadows on the mountain sideeagles find the souls they hideshadows on the mountain sidecover me with sleepbecause i need it nowand the red rivers flow to seasand she will return to meand then all that i am is in her handsand i will return to her and theni begin
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