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On my way to the vision-come-true
I enter a galaxy rising
And I land on this brown and green old place
Whose wild is giant trees
Trees so strong that they never can fall
Four suns alight in silver-grey sky
Wild river flows with rage alive
Lions of fire approach me
Carved by the wind and the fall of water
From the treetops, I can see the end of a time
Living respectful, low your axe
And learn from the trees
Second dawn meet the sylvanlings
Passageways into the deep
Invitations to explore the forest
Lions gales and chambers
A tree trunk larger than a mountain
Stands on the top of this hill made of rock and mist
Living respectful, low your axe
And learn from the trees
Henceforth, I will be always there
Planet Earth will overcome
Men destroyed, scorned and killed their lives
But the world is on her way
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