West towards the sunset
I ride
Chasing a new day
The wrong way you might conclude
But the east have only scorched my flesh
The north have bitten, chewed and spat out
What the south have left
Barely covering my bones
So west it is
Chasing a new day
And if that don't work out
I'll find my own direction
A new way
My own way
Even if I have to go there by myself
I'll find a way ...
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