There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts
I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking
There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts
I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking
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