The wind that lifts the leaves against the night
The reeds that bow and bend beneath its weight
The holy sap, its smoky light
I will not hide
The fish that swim inside the murky deep
The island shores that loom above the sea
The holy, holy melody
Will bring them all to me
And play again that melody
Hidden close to me
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