I passed the country line
I saw all the stars in the night
I spend my old days
In the passages of horror
Never looked back
To the memories of sorrow
I will look forward
To the future
I will keep on looking
For the best water
I will suffer searching
For the best honer
I will just stand here
And wait for the greatest mother
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