Indian Fables

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Heading towards the south, yeah Attempt to burn my bridges Way down to the equator And back up north with the wind I'm traveling and the last I heard twelve sad stories From disciples of the sun So we rang the bells And fired the guns To worship the perfect and sometimes cruel Impartiality of the sun
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