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I sit myself high upon a mountain top and I look far, far across the hillsI'm so loaded, man, so deep and full, with all the love and all that is realWe gotta cry out and reach out and turn our twisted mindsAnd feel the connection that is between you and all that is aliveTo be with the smallest and biggest without fear and without prideI went through the chappel of dangers a few hundred timesAnd I had to work so hard to keep my love and intuitionAnd not to loose my guts and not to loose my mindI reach out, step foeward, I stumble and I fallAll my greed and longing wasn't for the real at allSo reach out, reach out, get a hand brothers and sistersGrow on your kindness, love harmony and peaceEmpty yourselves of everything, gain in loosing, thriving your freedomI tried, but I'm sure you will From Letras Mania