The hoodoos looked down at the river / and it was like they were remembering a dream / the same kind of stream ran right down below / that they’d already come to know from their time on the clock / so it goes when you’re a rock / you stand in the snow / and you wait for the rain / and you never let it show / that you’re alone with the pain.

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