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A northbound path |
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Alone I walk this land |
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These lordless fields |
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Untouched by man |
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Through the narrow woods |
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Trees shield the wind |
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Just a whistling sound |
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Desolation becomes me |
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The sound of the river |
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The source to my life |
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I walk along her |
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Adoring her pristine sight |
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I am of the earth |
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The past is my blood |
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Ancestors rebirth |
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My seed grows |
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Under this majestic mountain |
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There is a prosperous field |
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This will be my homeland |
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Where my river streams |
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Stone build on stone |
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Walls become to keep |
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The outside at a distance |
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My blood within reach |
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A body well worn |
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Scars of life |
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Here I live |
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Here I die |
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The sound of the river |
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The source to my life |
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I walk along her |
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Adoring her pristine sight |