Julia Ecklar & Anne Prather - Thoughts On Strange Visitors | Текст песни

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What manner of men are these that fly so free?
Not bound to any planet's rules
Not tied to blocks and herding tools
Not serving country-minded fools
Not chained to dust like me

What manner of men are these well known to stars?
Not limited to one tribe's land
Not fed by any one tribe's hand
A mountains where my border stand
Confined by prison bars

What manner of men are these who stand alone?
In all they do or say to me
The echo of the stars they see
Confirms that one could be so free
It gnaws me to the bone

What manner of men are these? I need to know
They fill my dreams with wondrous things
They give my soul impatient wings
They show me where my freedom springs
And I am called to go
And I am called to go

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