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Nik Kershaw, "The Riddle"
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man, a baron, goes around and round.
And his mind, he's a-peaking in the bale of the night
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and right.
Don't ever, never fight over you.
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right.
But he'll never, never fight over you.
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