Now is the time, we're running to sea.
Whisper the winds and echo to me.
I've seen the horse wild and free, running strong through the night.
I've seen the poor child, now she rides free.
Whispering winds and echoing ears, to far away shores to far away years.
Now is the time, we're running to sea.
Whisper the wind and echo to me.
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