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I know where there's a spring of blood and water
It bubbles up from somewhere
deep in the hearts of man

There have come whirlpools
to this place in recent times
drinking down the breath of brothers

And you might think that it's
your world and the rest of us
should fall away in forty
moons you might find that it belongs
to Yesterday's Child

I wish I had been raised
wild by wolves and padded
through a forest a thousand
years before man
Singing with my clan at two moons or
three echoing across the world
The exact sound of freedom

Repeat chorus

And if you feel that way
face the dark and fight
or keep on dreaming
cause dreams make light

In forty moons you might find
that it belongs to Yesterday's Child

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