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The Heathered MoorWhere the pale mist curls on the heathered hill,And the old stones dream in the dew,A shadow moves where the world grows still—I walk the twilight through.

A memory lingers beside the stream,In the hush where linnets fly,I search for the echo of one lost dreamWhere glens meet the folding sky.

Oh, the wind knows your name in the gathering dusk,And the stars keep watch above—When the night bird sings in the haunted hush,I remember, I remember love.

So I’ll follow the path where willows bend,Past ruins, mossy and old—For I know at the end where the moon ascendsIs a story yet untold.

Oh, the wind knows your name in the gathering dusk,And the stars keep watch above—When the night bird sings in the haunted hush,I remember love.
 
As the crow flies
In a line from A to B
No more false starts
Just find your way to me

Due north
You just have to believe

We'll sail to the end of the world
But good sailors always return
So hold on to hope
And pray there will be
Fair wind and following sea

As the tide is turning
And I am far from shore
You're the night-time beacon
Guiding me to port

Due north
My true
True north
We just have to believe

We'll sail to the end of the world
But a good sailor always returns
So hold on to hopе
And just pray there will be
Fair winds and following sеas

Windward turns
Are how we learn
How to be free

And through the dark
We will sail by the stars
On fair wind and following sea
True north
 
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