On
the hill I walk alone
In
the night of stars and wind
The
dancing light smile to me
The
thousand pieces go to waste
The
shadows I see
In
my mind I count along
On
the foothill I climb
The
thousand cries and I hear
The
mating season by the fire
The
insects will dance to the night
Nothing
will stop it from happening
I
hear the wind roaring and branches wave
On
the hill I walk alone
The
shadows will follow me
The
tall and short and of it
In
the night I know
The
thousand cries I hear
I
can't do a thing but walk on
The
wind keep roaring with its melody
The
insects dance in the world of their own
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