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The call
The drumming beat on pine and stone,
The clap of thunder that calls me home.
Shadows lengthen at ebbing light,
A night so true in void and blight.
Soar and rise through oceans grey,
To the golden city of eternal day.
It calls me home,
It calls me home.
The horns of thunder call me home.
Take heart and know I am not alone.
My people walk among the heavens,
O’ falling rain, that calls me home.