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Born On the Wind - Tal Cohen Shalev
A man was born on the wind
'Round his neck there's a sun hung on a thread
In his hand lies a world
Illusions of the places I've seen in my head
Nature will sing its song and river will flow
As our eyes gaze to the heavens below
Planets dance and rain clouds floating by
The ocean stood still when no seagulls could reply
Crows sang so sublime
And sheep she wore wolf skin
As a sun hung on a thread shines down
On a man born on the wind
