Desperately struggling, kicking down other people. Stealing the stolen, while repeating your reasons over and over. And even so, you aim for the horizon over the hills.
Tom he was a piper’s son.
He learnt to play when he was young.
And all the tune that he could play,
was ‘over the hills and far away’.
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Over the hills and a long way off,
The wind will blow my top-knot off.