Encore un pas
au pays de roches de ce géant
et chanter pleurer dans le vent
le plus grand poète vivant
de l'Occident.
«You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.»
- Robert Bob, It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
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