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As the wind brushes past with a peace in her breath And the waves shush onto the shore My face and my heart are warmed by a fire As the hills go on ever more A sweet mountain air that’s as free as a bird And a moonlight that catches…
As the wind brushes past with a peace in her breath And the waves shush onto the shore My face and my heart are warmed by a fire As the hills go on ever more A sweet mountain air that’s as free as a bird And a moonlight that catches…