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There's a voice in her wind
There's a breeze through her hair
Like an invisible touch
Like the words in a song
From a message between
Al the lines in the books that she reads
As she rests by the bank
Of her river of faith
In her own magic field in the sun
And she swims with the tide
Needs no race against time
Needs no clouds to release all her rain
There are words on her lips
But they're sealed by the thoughts
In her own cosmic mind when she
Sails down her river
Winter or fall
Time doesn't matter
Seasons recall
When she danced in the moonlight
A mesmerized night
She found her dimensions
Inside of the pure and the real
In the heart of her own magic field
In the heart of her own magic field
