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Turning slow against the sky,
Watching all the clouds go by.
Wooden wings that never sleep,
Secrets that the mountains keep.
Blow away the dust of time,
To the rhythm and the rhyme.
No more walking in the rain,
No more sorrow, no more pain.
Stars are falling on the grass,
Watching all the shadows pass.
Every breath a gentle prayer,
Floating through the midnight air.
Softly, the hill begins to sing,
Waiting for the copper wing.
Rest your head and do not fear,
For the sanctuary is here.
Spin away... softly sleep...
In the promises we keep.
Blow away the dust of time,
To the rhythm and the rhyme.
No more walking in the rain,
No more sorrow, no more pain.
Let the pinwheel hill hold my mind...
Leaving all the heavy days behind...