He lives in the cold
He has no father or mother
He lives in the woods
He only knows winter
He is thirteen today
He has no friends I think
Sometimes he dreams at night
Sometimes he chops his wood
Yes but he speaks to birds
To the sun and to forests
Yes but he speaks to streams
Sometimes when the weather is not too cold
He doesn't read newspapers
He already knows all he needs by heart
He doesn't listen to the radio
He prefers to chop his wood
Yes but he speaks to birds
To the sun and to forests
Yes but he speaks to streams
Sometimes when the weather is not too cold
Yes but he speaks to birds
To the sun and to forests
Yes but he speaks to streams
Sometimes when the weather is not too cold
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Yes but he speaks to birds
To the sun and to forests
Yes but he speaks to streams
Sometimes when the weather is not too cold