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Still the giants dance at salisbury plain |
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Still my spirit wanders to reach this higher aim |
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Straight to foreign shores of distance we call the gods for a quest of truth and wisdom |
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As long as you see the giants dance |
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My spirit wanders through the land [Gwalchmei:] |
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Led by the strength of bran and the timeless kings of |
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Avalon The four winds of the land |
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I will strive for the caldron [Bedwyr:] |
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Led by the swiftness of winds |
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I will wander through the farest glens |
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My sentence is my deed |
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Is there a view of sense unknown? [Arthur:] |
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Craving for some armament to outlast this cold royal path |
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I can hear them call |
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The king must fall |
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Strayed by the four winds |
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Over the land and far away through the dark and cold |
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Hear my song of grief but there`s a tune that gone astray while the world grow old [Menw:] |
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Each tone that ever met the wind finally reaches |
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Math and so me sight and breathless |
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I am believe and trust is a value for the weak |
