Call upon the winds
Sailing, the King of Red Lions
The light shall prevail
Riding on the sea
Searching, the Hero of Time
Darkness grows tonight
Instrument of old.
On a leaf, I play with grace.
A new seed is laid.
Engulfed by water
The golden stone has been lost
Courage, Wisdom, Strength
Something beneath me
Scorpions, the bite my tail.
How does one grow wings?
Sailing, the King of Red Lions
The light shall prevail
Riding on the sea
Searching, the Hero of Time
Darkness grows tonight
Instrument of old.
On a leaf, I play with grace.
A new seed is laid.
Engulfed by water
The golden stone has been lost
Courage, Wisdom, Strength
Something beneath me
Scorpions, the bite my tail.
How does one grow wings?
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