The eagle soars above the clouds
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The deer ran in the hills
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And I may walk in cities
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Where the wolf once had his fill
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And here is strength for us to find
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To turn the old to new
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And wipe our eyes of misty years
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And see the future through
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I chose this place to call my own
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The only grace I've ever known
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I never tire of legends grown
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We dream too much and time has flown
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Eiledon, I will be there
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Eiledon, my dream is there
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So let me fill my children's hearts
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With heoroes tales and hope it starts
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A fire in them so deeds are done
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With no vain sighs for moments gone
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Eiledon, I will be there
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Eiledon, my dream is there
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Eiledon, Eiledon, Eiledon, Eiledon
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So let us soar up with the eagles
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In wild country among the deer
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And wake the wolf in every city
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And reckoning is drawing near
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Eiledon, I will be there
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Eiledon, my dream is there Eiledon
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And here is strength for us to find
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To turn the old to new
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And wipe our eyes of misty years
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And see the future through
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Eiledon
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