Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? /
And where have you been my darling young one ? /
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains /
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways / I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests /
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans /
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard / And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard / It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
~Bob Dylan from Freewheelin'
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Hate seems to provoke,
With sides of crimson cries.
Never the less to be the same,
The hope in us dies.
~Aubrey
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