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dried in red skies
where drought have taken all the trees
we're lost in wastelands
of pride and covered lies

we perish, end is just
in anguish, all is dust
waters move
as you call
like a storm
in fall

come rainclouds and make grainfields sprout
my heart won’t dry
come overflowing wells
come bloom, spring

ride through black clouds
you raise your voices calling me
in highlands, on hillsides
I know you so well

love will win that day
and horses lead your way
winds will move
as you call
like a storm
in fall

come rainclouds and make dried hearts sprout
impale me
complete me
come riders white and shed your light
complete me now

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