The fire that dances in your eyes
Tells the story of an ancient warrior
His arrows slung over his back
His face painted the colors of his soul
Feathers weaved into his long black hair, the color of the night sky
Nature is his home
His heart beats in time with the gentle breezes that rustle the leaves of trees
His body, long and lean
Golden from his days spent under the sun
This warrior knows no wrong
The very truest of all, his song
Tells the story of an ancient warrior
His arrows slung over his back
His face painted the colors of his soul
Feathers weaved into his long black hair, the color of the night sky
Nature is his home
His heart beats in time with the gentle breezes that rustle the leaves of trees
His body, long and lean
Golden from his days spent under the sun
This warrior knows no wrong
The very truest of all, his song

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