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A misty morning
Calls me deep
Arise from 'neath the flame
I leave the battlefields of night
To take arms with the day
The time has come
For to rise again
For the ones I cannot name
The open fire
Father calls for me
The burning message hides
The wind would give me a bar to trade
The pattern of the tides
The time has come
For to rise again
For the ones I cannot name
I rest my soul
On a distant hill
The time has come
For to rise again
For the ones I cannot name
I rest my soul
On a distant hill
My sleeping form
To disappear
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