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[See Rose. See Rose grin at the camera, looking quite pleased with the world at large. She already loves this flood, obviously, as her island was prone to bursting into song at a moment's notice. She's gracing the barge with some Pocahontas.]
You think that I'm an ignorant pagan
And you've been so many places, I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the heathen one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know
You don't know
You think you change whatever mind you come to
Religion's just a dead thing you must read
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, Has a spirit, Has a name.
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who see things just like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the seagull cry to the nearby sea
Or asked the leaping march hare why he leaps
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
[She giggles and that's about all you get.]
((OOC: Yes, I changed the song. SORRY. I had a better idea!))
You think that I'm an ignorant pagan
And you've been so many places, I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the heathen one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know
You don't know
You think you change whatever mind you come to
Religion's just a dead thing you must read
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, Has a spirit, Has a name.
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who see things just like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the seagull cry to the nearby sea
Or asked the leaping march hare why he leaps
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
[She giggles and that's about all you get.]
((OOC: Yes, I changed the song. SORRY. I had a better idea!))