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When cold are calling,
And the sky is and bright,
Misty sing and beckon,
Lead me out into the light.
I will, I will ,
Chase the and touch the sky,
I will fly,
Chase the wind and touch the .
Where dark woods hide secrets,
And �are fierce and bold,
Deep waters hold reflections,
Of times lost long ago.
I will hear their every ,
Take hold of my own dream,
Be as as the seas are stormy,
And proud as an eagle's scream.
I will ride, I will fly,
Chase the and touch the ,
I will fly,
Chase the and touch the .
And touch the .
Chase the , chase the .
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