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I love the the sight of the sun as it dances like a kaleidoscope across my fantastic sky it filters down and tans me brown though I do not know why I cannot lie When the water pours on down
Alone now, I walk down lonely street feeling empty and rather hollow as a cold wind blows in a surviving echo of our defeat A bitter tune that I cannot follow not if we want to win
like delicious coffee to my lips my feet swallow the sweet miles and I awake like a butterfly from a cocoon on Nikes golden wings born to fly for but a while the distance does not diminish
When the golden sun sets on the wide plain there is beauty here that still remains as the stout farmer leads a tired horse to stall a light breeze rustles tall green grass
Over the mountain and through the night a pale dark wind whistled wildly on churning soft snow softly beating down turning hearty green growth to frosty cold white