SOLO RIDER




When the early morning crow caws

Bumble for burgoo and caviar

The neighs, the saddle awaits you

Beyond the horizons your mystical footsteps are yearned

From this cell the caged bird sings

A curse to the colonel

The doom whisper to the masters

         ...jailbird..

The sun and stars live in your land

The saxos, violins and harps can't wait to be plucked to your tune of glory

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