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I see a boy walk in from the wilderness |
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His hair is soaked in rainwater |
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His eyes are flashing with the fear of the angels |
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He found them in the trees |
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I see a girl sat by a waterfall |
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She's stitching beams of light through |
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Button holes in the sky |
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She starts a crippled ballet dance to bring the rain |
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But now as the lightning flashes |
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We sail into the storm |
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Take hold, hold of her reigns, and start to climb away |
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With blinding grace she sails through the storm clouds |
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Dancing on the waves that she brings |
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Take hold, hold of her reigns, and start to climb away |
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With blinding grace she sails through the storm clouds |
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Dancing on the waves that she brings |