Touch The Ground
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Fly not, fly not,
Touch the ground,
Touch the ground.
Cloak is round,
Cloak is round.
Touch the ground,
Touch the ground.
Oh, dear soul,
You are bound,
You are bound.
Palm tree not found,
Palm tree not found.
But I set free my hound,
Set free my hound.
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