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A horse with no Name
America
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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