summer sky and a throat bone dry
and all the fields are all gold
dusty lane with a song in my brain
and it stoned me to my soul
i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun
silver trees and a whispering breeze
are my sight and my sound
the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
when i'm wandering here alone
i climb higher move towards the fire
so blaze sun
watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
plae fading sun
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