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In the breeze of the morning

In the rustling of leaves

On the rippling of water

On the flight of birds

Signs are abundant

For those able to see

Secrets uncover, whole worlds unfold

I know the gods and all the fair ones

Know their good and know their mischief

I can spare life, be of great help

Be destroyer, burn like fire

Call me light one, or the dark foe

I'm no longer, not of your world

Faces in tree bark

The hiss of the fire

The roar of the wind-blown

In the absence of sound

You see the birds fly

I see the truth

You hear the birds cry

I hear their words