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Alone on the top of the fells |
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I chant for the wild moon |
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I wrote my chant for the moon's glory |
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For the lighter of my mood |
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I wish I could be one of his sons |
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And one with the earth |
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So I could walk on the lunar path |
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And chant forever |
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I'm the son of the moon |
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I'm one with the creator... |
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I praise the moon |
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Wild moon is my nature |
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My life is so short |
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But yours is sustained |
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And when I'll leave |
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My chant will remain |
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Always with you my friend |
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On a crystal clear night |
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I stare at the moon |
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Once raped by the sun |
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The guardian of the woods |
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The spirit of the night |
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It gave me the wild life |
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Under the shape of the moon |
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I've found the final truth |
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Chorus |
