Blow, blow the wind
Past the rough, rough stone
Of gold, gold ages
Long, long gone

Fall, fall the rain
Wash away the dust
Of old, old bones
And hard iron rust

Rise, rise o' Sol
From your deep, deep dream
Warm the tender, tender ground
From the trees to the stream

Breath, breath the air
Taste, taste the water
Warm and cook in fire
And rest, rest on the earth

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