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In the lowering sky among the clouds
where the sky ships knows no rest
There is born a restless wind
that slowly begin to blow the mist
embracing the old hidden tree, away

With branches twisted through the ages
it carries all the leafs that come and go
for us to decide and them to leave
So – wich one to choose and keep forever

Searching for the one true leaf that wont leave
the one without a mask and dirty tricks
The newborn wind takes a deep breath 
and the leafs fall and go

And as the mist slowly fades away
carrying the remains into nowhere
there is one leafe left that didnt leave
And thats the only leafe that I will pick

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