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I got two strong arms. Blessings of Babylontime to carry on
Knd try for sins and false alarmsjo to American the brave wise man save.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of Erin goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll nevernever fight over you.I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Ohfor anything but light
Wise men fighting over
It's not me you see.
Pieces of valentine
And just a song of mine.
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground. . .I got time to kill. Sly looks in corridors without a plan of yours.A blackbird sings on bluebird hill.
Thanks to the calling of the wild wise mens child.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground. . .
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground. . .
Nohe'll nevernever fight over you.
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