When

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When...
Nothing was moving...
When...
The wind was still...
The water had rested...
The grass was asleep...
We called into the dark
And heard the echo in the distance...
Like spirits
Calling into the deep of mountains...
And listened
For the sound of our souls
          to come back to us.




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