On it's face a whole lifetime of experiences all truly lived*
A long deep furrow of who wanted to live
And talk to the sky
A man walks bent forward on the path
That leads to home
In the night blowing wind – Owl hunting stops the run
The heat of a blind summer and I know
The smell of dead grass
Frost of a snowy winter cold feet that
Sink but you cannot stop it
A man walks bent forward on the path
That leads to home
In the night blowing wind – Owl hunting stops the run
Poor dear they seek the bent man but he's not there neither his melody
While they dance rising and falling on music
A song that kills everything else around
A man walks bent forward on the path
That leads to home
In the night blowing wind – Owl hunting stops the run

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