And, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
…. I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’ I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest. Where the people are many and their hands are all empty. Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters.
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