There’s a hole in the mountain
bitter poison is screaming through the cracks,
the engines are humming much too loud,
the noise nearly changed the whispers
of the wise.
Going back to the Woods,
the clouds are blooming.
bitter poison is screaming through the cracks,
the engines are humming much too loud,
the noise nearly changed the whispers
of the wise.
Going back to the Woods,
the clouds are blooming.
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