Child hold you tongue, your time has come,
Sure as the mistral blows beneath the rising sun.
A new dawn broods with each new moon,
oh child of the evergreen you'll shine amidst the gloom.
Flying over falling, pulled magnetically northwards, nothing's going to bring me
Flying over falling, pulled hypnotically northwards, nothing's going to bring me
round this time.
Well you found a breeze that's lifting you higher,
You've found a love that's stoking a fire in you.
And no one can ever steal your throne,
Your final foe, your feet they must let go.

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