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In the rest of the morning view
Where dreams of the warm and skies
renew Where adventures of the open
glow Chasing sunset, breaking free
from the morn We're the seekers of
the untrained wild In the
wilderness We'll find our child
with every step We'll forge our
head In the untamed lands where
dreams are
Through the forest and the
mountains high We'll breathe the
air and our spirits fly Let the
seekers of the untamed wild in the
wilderness We'll find our child
with every step We'll forge our
head In me and Zingland's where
dreams are
Through the forests and the
mountains high, We'll breathe the
air and our spirits fly.
Let us immerse all of the young,
tainted wild, In the wilderness,
we'll find our child, And the
wilderness will find our charm.
