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Come over, climb over, get over, get onClimb over the hillTo where you hope to find nothingFind it teeming with gold in the lightBe disappointed and glumBeat yourself like a drumYell out, 'Who stole my silent night?'Calling Sorrow your friendAsk her where has she beenAnd where does head, left or right?Call Compassion in, ask him, 'How are your kids?And where are you guys crawling tonight?'Bring Hope along, tell her sing you a songHave her sing of her travels and flightsIn fact, go ahead and call all travelersKeep trying vainly togetherWhich direction things are headed and whyThey won't tell you where they go, they know youThey know that you stupidly hope to evade themThey say, 'You can try, you will keep tryingAnd you'll be right on the verge until you dieDie, dieAnd then you'll find You will never find a place to hide From Letras Mania