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Living on the edge (1999)

On the edge of the forest, at the foot of the hill

where the river runs down to the sea

A horse and its rider have taken their post

and wait for whatever will be

They wait for whatever will be

Above on the mountain the view is commanding

it is clear what must be down below

Below in the valley the people look up

for the answers they feel they must know

The horse and the rider have been up and down

and prepare for whatever will be

They prepare for whatever will be

In the brightness of day as the night is approaching

you ready yourself for the game

In the dark of the night when the dawn is awaiting

the choices are always the same

The horse and its rider know every turn

they have been from the mountain to the sea

They live on the edge of what is and what was

and welcome whatever will be

They welcome whatever will be.

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