A mis deseos he sobrevivido - Aleksandr Pushkin

Alice Through the Looking Glass

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Folklore

"on from here walkin dreams awake i think not i think not the sky comes king blown in every direction and of no country i am straw it is no mystery i know my way from here iron sharpens iron crooked wooden and peacock black i have your feathers slung across my back i'm not the only one to help you down the hill my blue knuckles do as they will it is no mystery i know my way from here it is no mystery i know my way from here one as precious as the other they go with me today i am not a false conscience a tyrant angels line my pockets dear i walk a hutterite mile look at me this once put an eye to my step look and furrow its only misery its only ankle deep it is no mystery i know my way from here it is no mystery i know my way from here"

16 Horsepower - "Hutterite Mile" (2002)

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