The sound of the stream
Below breaks the silence
The storm that brings
The clouds breaks the violence.
The look of the stars
In the clearing
Up above
Breaks out the heart
And hope of love.
And I remember the sunrise
That glowed like diamonds
In those auburn eyes.
And now part of my soul
Roams the valley desert air
I'm so far away now
Where it roams? I don't know where.

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