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Listen to my voice, calling you
Pulling you out of darkness
Hear the Devil's cry of sin
Always turn your back on him
With the wind you go, and still I dream
Of your spirit leading you back home
I would give my gifts to you
Grow your garden, watch it all
The light in your eye is an angel up high
Fighting to ease the shadow side
Hearts will grow, though having to bend
Leaving behind all things in the end
Listen to my voice, calling you
Pulling you out of darkness
Hear the Devil's cry of sin
Always turn your back on him
On him
On him
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