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See the footsteps before mine
On the snow in Winter fields
As daylight fade
I walk toward the Sun
Splinters dissolved
In distant waterfalls
The little horse has never landed
Beyond the edge of golden clouds
I am free to breathe
The dreams I’ll find
And I won’t fear
The black shape behind…
…This light

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