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WHISPERS OF THE WIND by Mojca Czarka Verse 1 Dust on my boots, breath running slow, Climbed through the silence where only winds go. Now I sit still, where the kea flies free, Sky all around, and the world under me. Chorus High on the ridge, I feel their flame, The old ones whisper in the mountain's name. Their footsteps linger in stone and sky I see with their eyes when the clouds drift by. Verse 2 The valleys below hold stories untold, Carved in the earth, in the rivers and gold. I hear the songs in the rustle of trees, Their spirit lives on in the breath of the breeze. Chorus High on the ridge, I feel their flame, The old ones whisper in the mountain's name. Their footsteps linger in stone and sky I see with their eyes when the clouds drift by. INSTRUMENTAL Bridge The wind speaks names I’ve never known, Echoes of fire, of flesh, of bone. I close my eyes and feel them near, Their voices rising, strong and clear. Chorus High on the ridge, I feel their flame, The old ones whisper in the mountain's name. Their footsteps linger in stone and sky I see with their eyes when the clouds drift by.
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