Wind sweeps through the forest
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It sweeps through valleys and mountains
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It stops and casts its eyes over the peak
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And looks inquiringly when it trances me down
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I don't speak and nor do the wind
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It's just standing and looking at the landscape
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Solitude takes my thoughts
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I feel quite well in this way
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But my soul is tired
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Then it rises and regains strength
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It entreats me to fly with
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Through valleys and mountains
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It asks me to soar before the sun rises
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To take advantage of darkness and night
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Since then I've been one with the landscape
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And it has become one with me too
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Since then I've been one with the darkness
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Which is a vital element for me
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Since then I just stand here and I see everything
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As the others are carried from peak to peak
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As the wind stain the world
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As they sink out honour to the depth of hell
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I look around. We have remained few in place
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The others have flown away, wither their interest hoping for better
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But I see that we're still firm
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And like sand, the wind carries the others
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Land Of The Phantoms
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| Sear Bliss |
