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When he rides my fears subside
For darkness turns
once more to light
Through the skies
his white horse flies
To find a land beyond the night
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Once he wore grey
he fell and slipped away
From everybody's sight
The wizard of them all
came back from his fall
This time wearing white
He has a certain air
as if he's never there
But somehow far away
And though he seems afar
like a distant star
His warm he can convey

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White Rider
Camel



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