Letra de Rocky Mountain High
Dead Meadow
Rocky Mountain High
Dead Meadow
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Dead Meadow
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I'm the cautious deer on the mountainside
And the great owl flying through the night sky
Like the creator of spaces
Like a traveler of far away places
At the table in the forest clearing
I take my part in the forest hearing
The great oak, the lonely seer
Dressed like a druid
You'd think a message
Might
Ring
Clear
And the great owl flying through the night sky
Like the creator of spaces
Like a traveler of far away places
At the table in the forest clearing
I take my part in the forest hearing
The great oak, the lonely seer
Dressed like a druid
You'd think a message
Might
Ring
Clear
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