So here is the time
he walks the earth
and truth from lies
he steals
from rich to poor
he walks the earth
and truth from lies
he steals
from rich to poor
he moves the air
and the living being knows and feels
for sure
his hands, his heart, his soul, his eyes are finally here
a vision so sublime
in his rhythm, in his rhyme
all pain now disappears
without a care
i envy the breeze
that moves around
his hair
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