REFLECT FROM THE MOUNTAIN

12 Feb

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

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I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

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I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’

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I saw a white ladder all covered with water

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I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

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I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

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And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, hard, hard….

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