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Night-ride Across The Owl Mountains

Oo the trees speak or am I insane

Images touching the veins of my heart

I will run as a ghost afraid to live

Fast as a hawk a wave that hunts the

Smallest fish cold is my skin this must

Be life after all the earth must be round.

In a night-ride across the Owl mountains

Oo the owls speak of winds that will come

Carry the incense from worlds into fire

Daughters that lost the one and only desire

And suddenly a luck of odor.

In a night-ride across the Owl mountains

Everything’s stopped like someone died

The leader of black must left for the skies

He and the stars IXCHEL goddess of the

Moon CHAAC the great god of rain

In a night-ride across the Owl mountains.