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The way is long, time is too short |
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this little footpath seems never to end |
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Green are the trees, musk on the stones |
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how it looks strange this mystical world |
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Sweet smelling rose what do you hide |
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behind your innocence red like my blood |
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Hungry for victory, hungry for love |
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love for the earth that made her son |
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strong and invincible serving my cry |
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go now and ride there where dragons fly |
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The rocks appear in front of me |
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when the first shadows pretude to dark |
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Near is your end wild holy path |
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open my eyes to what the sun hides |
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Beloved mountain what do you hide |
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Where does your river flow, I want to know |
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Hungry for victory, hungry for love |
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love for the earth that made her son |
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strong and invincible serving my cry |
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go now and ride there where dragons fly |
