man was born on the wind 'Round his neck there's a sun hung on a thread In his hand lies a world Illusions of the places I've seen in my head Nature will sing its song and river will flow As our eyes gaze to the heavens below Planets dance and rain clouds floating by The ocean stood still when no seagulls could reply Crows sang so sublime and sheep she wore wolf skin As a sun hung on a thread shines down on a man born on the wind.
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