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North coast swells |
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I feel it when the cold comes in |
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Run red deer |
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They'll need you when they hunt your skin |
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Evening came |
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To the corners of my mind again |
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Cold and clean |
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A ringing on an open plain |
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Pale sun rose |
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A shimmer on the dusty morn |
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Wheel will turn |
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Spinning and my past will burn |
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But it seems so long, my friend |
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My memory is all but gone |
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Back to my whispering mind |