The spirit of clouds I am…
and the spring creeks singing…
A stillness within a river great…
A rainbow on the falls…
A blackness of waters…
The spirit of man…
In a warrior straw-haired
I am not a god…
I am not a god…
A man I’m not…
I am my people, the song of my tribe…
The wisdom and the skills…
A sword turned into poem…
I am the oaken sage…
The bone-hurting one…
The boulder on some riverside…
The eye of the golden hawk…
The embrace of red bear…
The song in the heart…
In the heart of the man…
I am not a god…
I am not a god…
A man I’m not…
I am my people, the song of my tribe…
The wisdom and the skills…
A sword turned into poem…
I am not a god…
I am not a god…
A man I’m not…
I am my people, the song of my tribe…
The wisdom and the skills…
A sword turned into poem…
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