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Beyond the ridges of the purple mountains,
through the misty veil that paints the sky.
That is where my heart belongs,
it's my dream, where only the eagle flies.
Crags of earth reach out for the heart,
ready to rip out the very fabric of life.
Not caring of the babes at home that need tending,
nor the meaning of pain, tears, hurt or strife.
I long for the other side of the mountain,
that's where my heart will always lie.
That is where my heart belongs,
it's my dream, where only the eagle flies.
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