I ride like a horse through clumpsy forest
Where many trees gazing at me
Where many birds singing for me
Where so many waiting for me
To trap me in their hands
May be that a net of spiders
May be that a set of wet-clay
But I'll be passing off from all the obstacles
I'm such an oddity
I'll find there a stream of water
To wash off all my dirt
Because of the life now I be in
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