Wonder to see the deepest caves,
but wander along her curves.
I dream to touch the sky,
but blame I cannot fly.
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Ride a life the way it takes, just flee,
Smooth, rough, easy, troubled it may see,
Be the guide, traveler and the wanderer,
Don't search for the destination or for the wonder.
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They walk on snow and climb mountains so high,
Never stop at valleys when it hurts their thigh,
Greener grasses fall behind in silence and sky turns blue,
Time pass by so do the winter come without any clue.
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Let the fire burn bright
On his flesh, oh that sight
When he passes away
Not for his soul
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