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Over mountains and rivers. |
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Over valleys and creeks, the spirit of our forfathers sweep. |
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Past plains and forests. |
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Past the clouds in the sky. the shadow of the ravens flies. |
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Shadows! Shadows of the past. |
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Shadows! Of what once used to be. |
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Shadows! Shadows of the past. |
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Shadows! Vanishing to be just a memory. |
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Through land after land. |
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Through the grass on the meadow, the breath of the elderly still blow. |
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Beneath the sun and the moon. |
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Beneath the stars way up high, the ancient oaks reaches for the sky. |
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Shadows! Shadows of the past. |
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Shadows! Of what once used to be. |
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Shadows! Shadows of the past. |
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Shadows! Vanishing to be just a memory. |
