St. Rastafarian
The master took guitar
On his right thin hand
With curly hair
And winning smile
Rolled the world
In happy time
Sang his prayer
From fairy little ride
Asked the people
To join his tide
Swam the sea
And oceans that flow
To reach the wild
And hold them close
Flying through the rainbow
He led the men
To the land of love
And summer sand
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