I pick my voice from a pristine stream
Echoes of truth chase me every which way I go
I carry arabesque of songs
On my palms
I clap to the ears of a swollen earth
I am a journey man
I use my art
to navigate the world
… am a journey man
… am a journey man
I know the secrets of a bereaved land…
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