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The wind touches the trees at the forest,

a whisper of beauty begins,

the call of the green ocean,

the touch of purity, in a world of sin

out of the mountains,

he arrives,

he rushes down the hillsides,

bringing movement instead,

of stagnancy and death,

a silent touch of life,

a whisper in the darkness,

emporing our spirit,

and our unity,

created at the heights,

rushing down the hills,

a spirit of the ancients,

an old sould,

of past and presence,

created at the heights,

rushing down the hills,

a spirit of the ancients,

an old soul,

an old soul,

of past and presence

xuav tam, fact

xuav tam, fact

a whirlwind of darkness,

and chaos,

created at the forests,

of abnobia,

existing till the end of time,

existing till the end of the time,

xuav tam, fact

xuav tam, fact

xuav tam, fact

xuav tam, fact

xuav tam, fact

xuav tam, fact

xuav tam, fact

xuav tam, fact