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
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
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
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

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