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In the dusk of the morning

By the lake of Seonor 

A whispering sound

is chasing the dark

Close your eyes

By the old water oak

A tree spirit is weaving

a haunting spell

A spell for the earth

A spell for the living

A spell for the time

when days will be years  

The dawn is your heart 

The trees are your morning

The tree spirit is weaving

a spell for the earth

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