Now the wind is still
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In a moment it will be raging
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Now my soul is young
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In a moment it will be aging
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And high above the pines I wrote several lines
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And left them in a bottle for you to find
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Now the dream is rising
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In a moment it will be past
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This breath is my first
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It will all too soon be my last
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And on a windy coast I made several toasts
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To you and me and the sea and no one heard
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Now the wind is still
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In a moment it will be raging
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Now my soul is young
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In a moment it will be aging
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And high above the pines
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I wrote several lines
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And left them in a bottle for you to find
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Song From Half Mountain
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| Dan Fogelberg |
