We are spirits passing through the doors of time With an invitation heard before we find Shadows on the mountainside Eagles find the souls they hide And the outcast child enchanted by the sun Will he seek his shelter never knowing one Shadows on the mountainside Eagles find the souls they hide Shadows on the mountainside Cover me with sleep Because I need it now And the red rivers flow to seas And she will return to me And then all that I am is in her hands And I will return to her and then
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