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Strange, strange creation is a man
Strange, strange creation is a man
With heavy chains tied to his neck,
He will attempt to immitate flight of an eagle,
Will fall down on the ground,
But never believe he has failed...
Thorns and needles will pin him
on his dusty roads,
But with the blood on his punctured hands
He will be searching for flowers' bright soul
Wailing and screaming,
But never believing in pain
Strange, strange creation is a man
He'll endow endless lives to the dead sands
And when the wind of the end
Blows onto his face,
He'll fall breathless,
Never believing in death...
1976
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