i’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, where the people are many and their hands are all empty, where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, where black is the colour, where none is the number and i’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it and reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it and i’ll know my song well before i start singin’

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