CantExplain

No, I’d rather go and journey
Where the diamond crescent’s glowing
And run across the valley
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander throughout the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prisms
That break the sight up into colors
That no one knows the name of

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And if you think I’m ready
You may lead me to chasm
Where the rivers of our visions
Flow into one another

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She may and she may plead
And she may argue with her logic
Mention all the things I’ll lose
In the end she’ll surely know
I wasn’t born to follow

Excerpts from The Byrd’s, I wasn’t Born to Follow

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