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Trail of Magic
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The word to the prophet spoken
That giant Viking throng,
It still floats upon the morning wind
And whispers to the big and strong.
Why do we follow like a flock of sheep?
No one wants to be hurt,
We build Babel towers in the sky,
And take honest pride in our work.
Watching in a single endless line,
I don't want to see them beat.
I never forgot my morning wishes,
That helped the farmers shuck their
wheat.
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