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THE RIDDLE

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~ THE RIDDLE 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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