WHERE FOUR WINDS BLOWS
Everyone is born with their own stars
Blessed are some with stars that shines brighter
Fortunate they are living in the shade
Looking from outside are those holding the spades
Finding the place where four wind blows
Standing in the sun when it glows
Is only luck of the draw
As everyone is born with their own straw
Everyone is born with their own destiny
Blessed are some with sweet sugar and honey
Happy they are living with their good life
Looking from outside are those living in grief
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