moving from one green pasture to another
a lost ignorant soul
not absorbed by anything around
when he feels hungry he steals
when he feels scared he ravages
when he is happy, he sings
and dances to the tune
tune of an unheard song
tune of an unheard song
he lives for today
with no thought of tomorrow
tomorrow might be a bright dawn
or a gloomy rainy day
he will face it when it comes
he will live it if it happens
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