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i was a salmon; i was a hawk,
forever flying high above the cliffs and mountains.

i was a mist; i was the wind,
before it blew onto the land and made the seas calm again.

i was a rainbow, i was the pot of gold,
at its end that beckoned to strangers who knew not better.

i was a drop of rain, i was the sun,
as it shone upon the waves as they rushed to shore.

i was a thief, i was the judge,
who spent his time in a cell contemplating human folly.

i was a slave, i was the master,
feeling the crack of the whip upon the body as dawn came about.

i was a man, i was the woman,
crying out for the lost of innocence.

i was a stone on the ground, i was the boy who picked it up,
and gave it away in exchange for a shiny trinket.

i was a bridge, i was the hook on the pole,
that a salmon will eventually nibble from.

i was, i am,
and i will always be.