As expected..
If you have expected something, why don't you avoid it? Well, things happen because of self pride perhaps. Let it all gone with the wind.
Share with you a song of the colours of the wind. Pocushunter's theme.
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life has a spirit has a name
You think the only people who are the people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footstep of a stranger
You will learn things you never know you never know
Have you ever heard the wolves cry to the blue cold moon
Or ask the grinning bob cat why it grins
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains
Can you sing with all the colours of the wind
Can you sing with all the colours of the wind
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they were
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The paron and the otten are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hope that never ends
How high does a sycamore grows
If you cut it down then you'll never know
And eventually, I am left nothing, like when I first came to this world.
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