The dew-drop of dawn
are glaring in morningly light
the silver clouds gone

the indian summer so bright

I hear the piper so nigh

the westerly wind brings his tone
the tree-tops so far in the sky
I follow those traces unknown


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and over the valleys I ride

the wild chase a-glow
cause my restless heart`s in a constant flow
the bliss of the moment in me

it is like ambrosia
a dovelike temptation for me
the wild chase is my endless symphony


I`m gathering force everytime
when sylvan deities smile

time seems to be out of joint suddenly
and i want to roam for a while


wild chase, this trace
it`s calling me
your grace, embrace

a raving beauty
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