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Like the spirit of wisdom she say's
come to me.
Take my hand and let's walk down
to the sea.
Let's sit together and watch the
sun rise.
She speak's so gently with a gleam
in her eyes.
"It's the path's we weave are the one's
that we cannot deny".
Her words are that of wisdom.
I sit and watch the moonglow shine
on the waves.
I sit quietly and listen to her wisdom.
Learning more about our way's.
Our way's.
I love to hear the Night Eagle sing.
She does make my heart shine.
For the moment you tend to forget
just about everything.
So free and easy is the mind.
Shine on Night Eagle and sing.
Sing about our way's.
Our way's.
The Night Eagle's sound bring's my spirit
to a calm.
A sound that lift's me off the ground
in a gentle calm.
I love the smile in her eye.
As she say's, " It's the path's we weave
are the one's that we cannot deny".
"We cannot deny".
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