I traversed the land on my way
Before the seeker of my way
Gathered my eyes with joy
In the days of my philanderers
As his hands are raised
From the attention of life's cares
As if I have lived for ages
I have seen a dream against others
It has taken years for my eyes
The weight of my head as a thinker
I look far away from all around me
The will of the living does not move
I give completely from my alms
A silver one from my pants
When I give away my own
I give others' rusty ones
The will is in my lap
br/>Life on the heels of the morning
Cryer of the cry of life
Giver of the dream
The will is in my lap
Life on the heels of the morning
A weeper of a life's cry
A giver of a dream
But so is my heart
To the depths of my heart.
But there is a will to give
Already opened to the giver
How has that been in my hand
Silver from my pockets
Now there is gold on the basket
Copper has taken Kumoa from the moon
So it is my will coming
Like a year rolling by
Great minds with the giver
I want it to come to me
Like it is the light of my entrance
Access along the way ¤vä¤puita
No one walks through their trees
Walking without foot
The will is in my lap
Life on the heels of the morning< br/>The weeper of the cry of life
The giver of the dream
The will is in my lap
Life on the heels of the morning
The weeper of the cry of life
The giver of a dream
The giver of a dream
The giver of a dream

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