past the trees of yesteryear
and the flowers form their buds
and the mountain disappear
I am where you find your peace of mind
I stand alone above the world
my horizons are your skies
endless, the imagination of a child
growing slowly, free and wild
I wait for you out here
where you once waited for me
let the clouds devour me,
the wind blow my soul away
for the freedom of the earth
whispers secrets,
all voices come forth
I stand alone
beyond the edge of the world.
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