Shadows Of Broken Strings

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Between the roots of the tree
A light of the arctic moon
Grass on the land will be free
And will be reborn soon

Hundreds of stars in my hand
Blazed bonfires in gold
Listen quietly and understand
To songs of this wild wold

Wastelands of human tears
Song of the wounded white crane
Listen to shadows of broken strings
Fallen under cold rain

Cursed and forgotten ways
See the sky like a breath of air
Is there one who can amaze
And sneak into a bear's lair

And no one will judge us
When we come to the springs
To feel the yearning of the sun
With which the wind sings