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we are spirits passing through the doors of timewith an invitation heard before we findshadows on the mountainsideeagles find the souls they hideand the outcast child enchanted by the sunwill he seek his shelter never knowing oneshadows on the mountainsideeagles find the souls they hideshadows on the mountainsidecover me with sleepbecause I need it nowand the red rivers flowto seasand she will returnto meand then all that I amis in her handsand I will return to herand then
I begin
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