On winds that shall scatter the dust
Carrying the one
The spirit in a calf
You all should bow
To none other than the calf
And hold his hand high
For he is the bringer of life
He may forsake you and all life
To protect the little spirit
But you must not harm
For he only seeks my will
When the day arrives
Be there amongst the arid dry fields
Welcome his coming
Respect his wish
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