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3D longhorned bison rave the dusty ground Short-faced bears and direwolves ring the deep blue ocean Deep inside the crafty, frowdy meadow on the west side A unicorn with four points gleaming in the morning light Running from the warmth to the western land Running from the warmth to the warm, burning land Mountains warm where oceans cold, old ships and glaciers roll From the ancient land comes man, with temple he is at his command Even when the horse has gone, the strong horn still will be strong Running from the warmth to the western land Running from the warmth to the warm, burning land Music Following our setting sun, the white man comes and brings the gun From his mouth the red man will fall, from the burn he'll sleep it all Running from the warmth to the western land Running from the warmth to the warm, burning land Warmth, burning, warmth, burning land Music Music
