Песня «Daughters of Man»
исполнителя Arborea.
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  Red Bird, Red Bird So Blue up in your tree Red Bird, Red Bird Saddest song I've ever heard On my way home I heard your morning song On my way home I saw you all alone Red Bird, Red Bird So Blue up in your tree Red Bird, Red Bird Saddest song I've ever heard On my way home I heard an engine song On my way home The rising fog It burned, it turned The air is black and gone Red Bird, Red Bird Saddest song I've ever heard

  
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• River and Rapids

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  River and Rapids Searched far and wide Streams ripe with warm gold I follow you Lover I told you You'll never find Down in the hollow Blood on the vine Passage through mountains Ten Million years Gold lines a deep seam Time will reveal River and Rapids Searched far and wide Streams deep in wet snow No sign of you

  
• Pale Horse Phantasm

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  Lyrics by Shanti Curran and Buck Curran lyrics Diamond truth that I know Scars that were made with Bones and Steel False dreams in my eyes, lain with the dark Wilderness. Thunder draws me from sleep I feel the hooves I can now see her Pale Horse Phantasm Pale Horse Phantasm Pale Horse Phantasm Diamond tears in my eyes Rain on my face Wilderness She's so real in the dark Breath on my neck I can now feel her Run as far as I can with all that I am All I have ever known Pale Horse Phantasm Pale Horse Phantasm Pale Horse Phantasm Freedom fevers my skin Lain with the light I can now heed the call Riding before the dawn Wind of my face I shall not fear her Diamond truth I have found Scars that will fade I will now ride with her Pale Horse Phantasm Pale Horse Phantasm Pale Horse Phantasm Pale Horse Phantasm

  
• When I Was on Horseback

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  When I was on Horseback wasn’t I pretty When I was on Horseback wasn’t I fine Wasn’t I pretty when I rode through the valley with pistol and sword and men by my side When I was on Horseback wasn’t I pretty When I was on Horseback wasn’t I brave Wasn’t I pretty when I rode through the country and met with my downfall on the twelfth day of May Its four white horses to carry my coffin its four white horses to walk by my side Four white horses, black plumes and red roses Birds singing sweetly as we move along Beat the drums and play the pipes only Play up the dead march as we go along and bring me to Richmond and lay me down easy I am a young Cavalier with God on my side When I was on Horseback wasn’t I pretty When I was Horseback wasn’t I fine Wasn’t I pretty as I rode through the valley with pistol and sword and men by my side