There's a voice I have recognised,
not down from the sky
but close to your eyes.
My mind's on the sign
to what we might find.
Our families, our greatest needs,
a hunt through our broken trees.
I still plead.
A hunt through our broken dreams.
I saw you run for your life,
I saw you kill that Boar,
I knew you'd make fire,
I knew you would make war.
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