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"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? |
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And where have you been my darling young one?" |
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"I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains |
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I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways |
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I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests |
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I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans" |
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"I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard |
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And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard |
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It's a hard rain a-gonna fall" |
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"Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son? |
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And what did you see, my darling young one?" |
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"I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it |
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I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it |
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I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' |
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I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'" |
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"I saw a white ladder all covered with water |
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I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken |
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I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children |
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And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard |
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It's a hard rain a-gonna fall" |
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"And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? |
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And what did you hear, my darling young one?" |
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"I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' |
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I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world |
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I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin' |
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I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'" |
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"I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin' |
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Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter |
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I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley |
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And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard |
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It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall" |
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"Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son? |
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And who did you meet, my darling young one?" |
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"I met a young child beside a dead pony |
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I met a white man who walked a black dog |
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I met a young woman whose body was burning |
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I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow" |
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"I met one man who was wounded in love |
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I met another man who was wounded in hatred |
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And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard |
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It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall" |
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"And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? |
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And what'll you do now, my darling young one?" |
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"I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' |
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I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest dark forest |
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Where the people are many and their hands are all empty |
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Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters" |
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"Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison |
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And the executioner's face is always well hidden |
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Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten |
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Where black is the color, where none is the number" |
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"And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it |
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And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it |
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And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' |
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But I'll know my song well before I start singin' |
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And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard |
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It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall" |
