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My breath was first drawn in for you Before my feet could walk I also knew that you were true Before my mouth could talk On days now gone I caste around To hear your soft spoke name I seek and search and hunt the sound That makes the wild man tame I am the one, the eye that sees The depth of the black heart And as I blow upon the breeze To heal the torn apart My wings are clipped, my soul is bound I walk around the confines ground |