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I'm My In their freezing shadows and the ghostly smiles in the size of an old man and the cries of her child in the open doorways and the passage beyond

beyond in the soft hollow moaning and the words of a song oh now the past the past is dead and gone

and the cycle of life keeps rolling on and on and on and on and on

And the English In the endless struggle, from dawn to dust, mighty circumstance, that they could not adjust in the blowing kettance on the summer breeze in the smell of grass

When you took your day of ease, oh now the past, the past is dead and gone,

and the cycle of life keeps rolling on and on, and on, and on and on and on and on

On and on and on place,

And on and on

So many roads for you to take

All in day to one place

Like ripples on a plastic lake

All the lines upon your face

Who are you? Oh, oh, yeah, oh, yeah the furtental trembling, off the autumn leaves, in the furthest snows of winter, as they caress the naked trees in a flurry of laughter

in the midst of tears and strife I know that I'll see after we depart this trouble life

Oh now the past the past is dead and gone

And the cycle of life keeps rolling on and on and on and on and on

And on and all and all and all and all and all

And all and all Hello my friends and welcome to Druidcast episode 187.

I am your host Dave the Bard and Druidcast is brought to you on or around the 20th of the month

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