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Dried in red skies where drought have taken all the trees.
We're lost in wastelands of pride and covered lies.
We perish, end is just.
In anguish, all is dust.
Waters move, as you call.
Like a storm, in fall.
Come rainclouds and make grainfields sprout.
My heart wont dry.
Come overflowing wells, come bloom in spring.
Ride through black clouds, you raise your voices calling me.
In highlands, on hillsides I know you so well.
Love will win that day,
and horses lead your way.
Winds will move, as you call.
Like a storm, in fall.
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Come rainclouds and make dried hearts sprout.
Impale me, complete me.
Come riders white and shed your light.
Complete me now.