Where the Wild Grass Grows
There I go with the wind, hand in hand.
The river's my sister and the sky is my friend.
I was born with the wings of an eagle
to fly to the unknown land.
Chains of gold cannot bind me, I go anyway...
And I fly to a far-away land.
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Nice work.
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