I don´t do the
bitter & searing heat,
I don´t do the
loud & thudding beat,
I don´t do the
ice of the nibbling cold,
I don´t do the
strutting of fool so bold,
I don´t do the
bright & the blinding light,
I don´t stand
still & I don´t do the flight,
I don´t do the
white, nor the pitch of black,
I don´t do the
hard road, nor winding track,
I don´t do the
acid, nor the sweet & bland,
I don´t do the
sky & neither the sea & land,
I don´t do empty hands
& I don´t carry loads,
I don´t do, I just
go where the sweet wind blows.
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