Underneath the fallen
Where the horses sleep
Overgrown with treetops
Lay the shadow of them
Under the sleepers' tongues
Songs are dreaming of being sung
Low in the warm sweet winds
Words are waiting to finally be said
Before they sink in the tall green grass
Where the horses sleep
Overgrown with treetops
Lay the shadow of them
Under the sleepers' tongues
Songs are dreaming of being sung
Low in the warm sweet winds
Words are waiting to finally be said
Before they sink in the tall green grass
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