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helen99A blood old and proud in your veins
The depth of the wood in your heart,
A star's light long ago made its home in your eyes
But keep the stealth of the woodland beings
That you be not confined or consumed
For that which has not, will seek to grasp
And that which is not free cannot abide freedom
Wearing, then, the cloak of the invisible
Unbounded, sing with your people in the forest.
The depth of the wood in your heart,
A star's light long ago made its home in your eyes
But keep the stealth of the woodland beings
That you be not confined or consumed
For that which has not, will seek to grasp
And that which is not free cannot abide freedom
Wearing, then, the cloak of the invisible
Unbounded, sing with your people in the forest.