It has two storng arms and blessings of Babylon and it has time to carry on with sins and false alarms, but the wise men say.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran 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 never, never fight over you.

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