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Under the mountain of one hundred dreams
Flows a river to gentle stream
As owl wings flutter northwards with the breeze
The rider sits to recount the scene

Oh, where have I gone?
Who have I been all along?

Oh, what I have seen?
What to believe?

Holy north, now come forth
So far way
Far away

Over the mountain
As great wings fill the air
High above the steeple
Of the temple unaware

The clouds give way to the other side
as we ascend into the sky
The castle doors open
to reveal the coming night

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