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When the Lion Breached her Fold
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It was one night on the mountain when the mist came creaping forth.
When all but you and I did sleep, all quietly assured.
It was one night when we saw ourselves within each others eyes.
When all around the world stood still to watch us touch our souls.
All in one night rarely wasted when the lion breached her fold.
We spoke of all the things we'd seen within the leprous shoal.
As walleroos came stomping forth to hear stories that we told.
It was one night once you'd gone to sleep the Dragons said goodbye.
And since that day, although you've changed, I still can't loose my hold.
Because of one night on the mountain when the lion breached her fold.