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                                                                                                                                             De Mohikanske Fugle

                                                                                                                                                  Ord & musik: Tom Lundén

                                                                                                             Vi så dem sejle bort
                                                                                                             vinden holdt dem i sin favn
                                                                                                             De blev her alt for kort
                                                                                                              og efterlod kun savn

                                                                                                              Og de kastede sig ud
                                                                                                              i det afgrundsdybe fald
                                                                                                              hvor tomheden og døden står og ler -
                                                                                                              Og de tvang sig selv på flugt
                                                                                                              der var intet andet valg
                                                                                                              og vinden sang i deres vingefjer

                                                                                                              De holdt naturens lov
                                                                                                              og de sang om livets gang
                                                                                                               men den hvide mand drog ud på rov
                                                                                                               for at dræbe deres sang

                                                                                                              Og de kastede sig ud
                                                                                                               i det afgrundsdybe fald
                                                                                                               hvor tomheden og døden står og ler -
                                                                                                               Og de tvang sig selv på flugt
                                                                                                               der var intet andet valg
                                                                                                               og vinden sang i deres vingefjer.