paroles de chanson
Near
the
tree
by
a
river
there's
a
whole
in
the
ground
Where
an
old
man
of
Aran
goes
around
and
around
And
his
mind
is
a
beacon
in
the
vill
of
the
night
Fore
the
strange
kind
of
fashion
that's
Wrong
and
right
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