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Rebel

She’s had the wind blow against her
Since her first sunrise
 
And now with one hand on the wheel
Her hair dances behind like a rebel flag
To the wind of her own song
 
Through the night, carried down the black top like a beam of light
Ride on in, you dream catcher!
 
We’ve been waiting, here at the stone tables
Recognize your Celtic eyes
Looking back up from your goblets full reflection?
 
Yes, that’s you, you red knight
Jousting with the finest and never losing a fight
 
Welcome back, the mead still flows
And where your path turns next
Only the river knows
 
Ride on...

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