Touching the ground
You fell pretty hard, didn't you?
Fjording the sound
Kindle my claws and I'll come with you
Brushing the bound
Whistled in burlap, it's sowing through
And no one's in rounds
Thistled in furrows I'm folding through
Windwatcher, harvest the breadth from the rines
Windwatcher, carving your stead in some time
Windwatcher, caught all the arrows and climbed
Windwatcher, don't harken to them, you'll be fine
Windwatcher, cherish the callows in twine
Windwatcher, spread both your wings and you'll fly
Haunches and hallocks
Had lost all the follage
In bolstering burgeons
Had hauled out the hallage
Haunches and hallocks
Had lost all the follage
Surfeited solace
I'll foster the foundage
Touching the ground
You fell pretty hard didn't you
Fjording the sound
Kindle my claws and I'll come with you
Mooring the crown
When you had harbored no solitude
In laurels lain down
I'm done trying hard not to look at you
Windwatcher, harvest the breadth from the rines
Windwatcher, carving your stead in some time
Windwatcher, caught all the arrows and climbed
Windwatcher, don't harken to them, you'll be fine
Windwatcher, cherish the callows in twine
Windwatcher, spread both your wings and you'll fly
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