Smell of woods
Wrinkles on bare , dry hands I stroke
The clock tic tocs
For hunters , it never stops
But different hunters we are
Hunting not with gun , not with knife
But hunting with souls
Seeking others alike
Smell of woods
A kind shoulder I poke
The clock tic tocs
For hunters , it never stops
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