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On the first part of the journey
> I regarded that whole life
There were enterprises and birds and rock and things
There were sand and hill and rings
The first thing, which I met, was a fly with humming
And the skies without clouds
> The heat was hot and the soil was drying
But air was full from the clay/tone
I was by the wasteland on a horse without names
To be felt well, from the rain
> In the wasteland you can remember your names
a ' cause is not none, for, there to give to you no pain
> La, La...
After two days in the wasteland sun
> My skin began to turn red
After three days in the wasteland passport
I regarded a flussbett
And the history, which explained it from a river, which flowed
Formed me sadly, it was dead to think
They see me are been by the wasteland on a horse without names
To be felt well, from the rain
In the wasteland you can remember your names
a ' cause is not none, for, there to give to you no pain
La, La...
Nine days let I the horse freely run after
> ' you cause the wasteland had turned at sea
There were enterprises and birds and rock and things
> there were sand and hill and rings
The ocean is a wasteland with it is the underground life
> And a perfect lining above
Under the city lies a heart in an educated manner of the soil
But humans do not give love
They see me are been by the wasteland on a horse without names
To be felt well, from the rain
In the wasteland you can remember your names
a ' cause is not none, for, there to give to you no pain
La, La...
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