Scattered On The Wind
Scattered like seeds on the wind,
we fall evermore from the Spring ever-growing,
and we dream of the Cycle’s end.
Asleep at the fire’s edge we await.
Asleep at the fire’s edge we dream and count the Cycles.
Asleep at the fire’s edge we dream and count the passings…
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Scattered like seeds on the wind,
we fall evermore from the Spring ever-growing,
and we dream of the Cycle’s end.
Asleep at the fire’s edge we await.
Asleep at the fire’s edge we dream and count the Cycles.
Asleep at the fire’s edge we dream and count the passings…
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