Song: The big dipper

Past the scattering of settlements, calling itself "Nashi",
By race for mirages, past leaders and the stragglers,
Past the roar of all freedoms, by the blinding flashes.
The policy of silence, it is possible though something to hear.

You feel part of the whole not seeing.

Came with empty hands, worn to holes past Nove
But immeasurable money and the figure is invisible, that he bought.

The road is not the stones and the dust, it's the faces of the people he met.
It is not a map and the track, and not even the weight of a backpack
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