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He rambles trough open fields
Sky larks are singing above his crown
gently the hours pass
he doesn't need anyone around
In his world, nothing is gonna stop him
From chasing gracious satellites
Away from all the hectic lives
Over yonder
Waiting for the winds to change he's hiding from the pouring rain
And when it's done, soon he'll be gone
He lingers mysteriously
where golden blades of grass are swaying
watches the silhouettes
as the daylight's slowly fading
In his world, nothing is gonna stop him
from chasing gracious satellites
Away from all the hectic lives
Over yonder
Waiting for the winds to change he's hiding from the pouring rain
And when he's done
He takes off on his paper plane
From the left to the middle to the right.