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Marauders of the Breeze

I'm astride a white steed that runs through the trees                       
I am a leaf, a marauder of the breeze                               
I ride against the rain, I was born with a vein of knowing
Like the disappearing sun of yesterday, so has my past slipped away 
                         
I'm called Shantain, born at the edge of morning
Sight to the blind who cannot see tomorrow, or view the valleys of the past
Where voices speak in lost syllables, in a language of forgetting
            

Clouds take me by the hand, and wind takes him by the mane
We are runaway dreamers, in the moment of some happy memory
I hear the infinite past at the heels of each enchanted hoof

I am Shantain.  This is my steed. I was born with the seeds for growing
I was born with the grain of knowing 
We are the messengers...together we will be witness to the world

We prove that hearts of species, as wide as the universe
Can beat as one....drawn together, like poetic and timeless music
And that both hearts can feel the same remorse when day is done


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