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Hill of the ancestors

 We got lost last night Just to reach this shore That it is for me The right to sing While this rainy day Turns into a prayerI lit up a flame On Silbury lane What I have been in my soul lives What I will be I can see Into the hill of the ancestors In front of me I melt my fears in the green grass Caress the wind with my skin I am a man in constant…

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