Whistling Wind leaves me high, upon a Mountain in the Sky
Suddenly i begin to fall a dream i feel engulfing all
Scratching down my Mountain side the ink runs dry, my lovers cry
I hit the ground pieces brake with pain that echo's my Mountains shake
Lonely Clouds drifting by, dreams become
a clear Blue Sky
Daunting not this Dream to me a
story of clear Sky's to be
Least forget i beg of thee
a Mountain tall to set me free
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