The prompt is a phrase from another language.
Freedom.
He lives in a house without furniture
His bed is the earth where he stands
And the sky is his guide and shelter
He travels across oceans to new lands
And flies with the birds on rain wings
And time is a took in his hands
No walls hold him in, he is serf to no kings
And the wind is his voice and its music he sings.
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