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(F)I am your (G)noble (C)savage, but to (F)me I (G)am a (C)man.
The (F)father (G)of my (C)sons, the (F)servant (G)of my (C)wo(Amin)-ma(Amin/G)(F)(G)(F)-an.
La, la, (G)la, la, la, (C)la.
And I have made my bow, I take only what I need.
I am the maker of fire, and the planter of seed.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
And I have learned an order in things, and I teach my children.
For each seed a star, for each son a generation.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I have no time for freedom, barefoot I run in forest leaves.
There is pain in birth, but for the dead I do not grieve.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I have cut marks on my body, there is beauty in pain.
And a sadness in joy, like death and the sunset.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the willing heathen, I worship everything.
I will add new words to my language and write them on the wind.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the maker of music, and the reader of the heavens.
I am the worker of magic, and the fearer of storms.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
I am the writer in sand. I am the first and last man.
And if I could read the future, I would ask you not to come.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
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