Found in the Hills
The hills are where
The clouds will roll,
And all will clear.
You will find me here.
Where the light will
break through,
And glide on the water,
Where songs of birds will never falter.
Yell out my name,
And I will make myself known.
When all becomes clear,
You will find me here.
The clouds will roll,
And all will clear.
You will find me here.
Where the light will
break through,
And glide on the water,
Where songs of birds will never falter.
Yell out my name,
And I will make myself known.
When all becomes clear,
You will find me here.
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