Iโll walk with thee through Pasture and moor To the forests far from our door Through dappled sunlight to the call of the trees To see what the seer sees. I ask for my future They know of my past They fill us with hope though It may not last Please heal my bones and Soothe my mind Give me all the aโฆ
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