Run free the men and tame the horses
Race the wind not follow courses.
Win favors those who lead the forces
not to those who count their losses.
I'll take the jewels of all the rulers
Wind the battles and slay the duelers.
Foresee the lies from all the foolers,
seduce the wives of all the losers.
I walk with head erect and proud.
I speak not quiet, I yell out loud.
Fear not wind or blackened cloud,
nor fearsome outlaw head unbowed.
Walk with me young vixen lass
big and tall shall let you pass.
Lay with me on fields of grass,
love with me an skip the mass.
Let the wind blow strong to lee.
Kiss the women and off to sea.
If you dream then dream of me.
For I am what you wish to be.
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