In the eye of a granite needle I found sanctuary in the wind Huddling close Within my cloak The frigid air was thin Higher than the highest clouds A royal shade of blue Closed my eyes And realized My memories were true Standing, flexing every sense The Winds had made me whole A song to sing Would then bring Those spirits to my call In the eye of a granite needle I found sanctuary in the wind
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