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Free is the wind, passing down him in sin

It can not fall away from him

And the Gunslinger sings

And all that is known

Was a past he didn't show

For the story's been told

And his journey unfolds

Days turn to nights

The memories he's holding tight

In a song he might not like

But a story he'll share tonight

Somewhere is far

And a rose he travels towards

In the light, the darkness forms

And the Dark Tower roars

Far traveled stars

Lights up the desert

In a song filled with chords

Wind hold the doors

And will they open more

To other worlds than these

And finding love and peace

Holding strong

The Gunslinger moves on

To the beat of his own song

And the ones he lost along

Moving forward and back

From the fire and ash

His guns are drawn from masks

He's off to kill, the dreaded Man in Black