Sign Of A Storm

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By The healing waters Of my lovely shores I laid The air so bleak So cold I breathed with my eyes With my ears Through aeons went my journey From these mountains I swear the world I am the hammer I am lightning By the signs I shall return To burn all land Beyond the seas

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