Original Poem by Roberto Fishman.
Mysterious mystical malikakankandoo
look into my future what malikakankandoo
may I climb the mountain trail as high as you
what is my path, what is it malikakankandoo?
your people rumble with the urge, do they malikakankandoo
running wild in the valley while the sun dies bright
what makes them run, what makes them do?
What makes them so pure malikakankandoo?
the human does, the human lives, the human runs, but most of all the human loves
I see now, now I see malikakankandoo…
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