The calling
the dewdrops of the morning on the tip of the grass above this earth i stand beneath my feet, the land the wind blow the morning light flickering changing the color of the sky
i wont be gone i'll keep moving on in the land i knew where the gentle wind blew with the freinds of the earth calling for the returning of the moon can you hear can you hear the howling of the wolves the songs of the birds the dances of the sea
You are hear you are hear when the moon rise and the silver light shine you are hear and never gone
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