White paths, winding, secret

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    White paths, winding, secret
    From the mountain down to the village
    A warm breath, the sun rests
    On my shoulders, golden apricot
    Beneath my lips trembles an old song
    I took the road, heart shared
    A pause, brief, before what’s next
    Mountains embrace the fragile dawn
    I move forward, I move forward
    Escorted by mulberry, almond, rose trees
    The scent of past lives
    Cradles my thoughts
    I move forward, I move forward
    This old village guides me
    Towards the tender invisible
    This old village guides me
    Again, again
    The fragrance spreads
    Sweet and vast
    Sweet and vast
    The shepherd’s flute, a lost lament
    A herd descends, blood mingled with azure
    Calves and deer, noses lifted, fearful
    Breathe in deeply the pure noon
    Swarm of swallows, invisible thread
    Sing of the rain to come as they pass
    I follow, muffled feet, the path
    That winds, pulling me far ahead
    A stop, two steps,
    A long garden opens, time diminishes
    I move forward, I move forward
    The voices, so ancie
    White paths, winding, secret
    From the mountain down to the village
    A warm breath, the sun rests
    On my shoulders, golden apricot
    Beneath my lips trembles an old song
    I took the road, heart shared
    A pause, brief, before what’s next
    Mountains embrace the fragile dawn
    I move forward, I move forward
    Escorted by mulberry, almond, rose trees
    The scent of past lives
    Cradles my thoughts
    I move forward, I move forward
    This old village guides me
    Towards the tender invisible
    This old village guides me
    Again, again
    The fragrance spreads
    Sweet and vast
    Sweet and vast
    The shepherd’s flute, a lost lament
    A herd descends, blood mingled with azure
    Calves and deer, noses lifted, fearful
    Breathe in deeply the pure noon
    Swarm of swallows, invisible thread
    Sing of the rain to come as they pass
    I follow, muffled feet, the path
    That winds, pulling me far ahead
    A stop, two steps,
    A long garden opens, time diminishes
    I move forward, I move forward
    The voices, so ancie


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