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In the pathway of the sun, in the footprints of the breeze, where the world and sky are one- he will ride the shimmering seas, he will cut the glittering waves.
I will sit at home and rock, rise to hear a neighbor's  knock, do my knitting while we talk- they will call him brave.

In the pathway of the sun, in the footprints of the breeze, where the world and sky are one- he will ride the shimmering seas, he will cut the glittering waves. I will sit at home and rock, rise to hear a neighbor's knock, do my knitting while we talk- they will call him brave.
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