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A wind carries your scent to those who will find you out
A storm forces you down to seek shelter from the rain
Your trail leads to a mine of cyanide and gold
A free falling darkness leads you to your self
I am low to the ground again
I have the future bearing on down
I run with the starlight to the end
The tail of the echo subsides (oath breaker sinks slow)
So I crawl through the hailstones
My eyes fixed on my return (oath breaker sinks slow)
Time brings them all home to the eye of every storm
