The hunter goes
In the jungle to hunt
The faces of many
Hanging on the leaves
The sound of the wind
The call of nature cooling canopies
Hanging loose and carefree
The mixture for the eyes
The hunter stares
Blinking his eyes
The jungle of many faces
Calling his name
He has to focus
Which one to take
The road of his hunt
You are the one
Falling on his ground
As he looks up feeling the warm
The wind blowing and rustling the leaves
One falls right on his eyes
He picks her up
Feeling good in his heart
You are the one
Bringing him paradise
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