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Wodin is, Wodin is
A tired old man
In the arms of paradise
A place for man
In the arms of paradise
When you’re down and out
She will bail you out
Listen brothers
Sons of the Tree
Look at you’re mothers
Get down on you’re knees
Just touch the flesh of the breeze
And feel release
Put you’re coat on
We’ll go for a walk
In the cool Celtic air
Stepping surely
Through the evening
Saying things that
Burst in dawns light
It’s cold out, hold out
You’ll never be satisfied
Till there’s nothing left to hide
Just touch the flesh of the breeze
And feel release
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