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I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
Time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarms
So to America the brave

Wise men save

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

I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of years
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill

Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men's child

I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss

Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you

It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history

Seasons of gasoline and gold

Wise men fold

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

I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill

Thanks to the calling of the wild

Wise men's child

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