High upon a mountain top Where the eagle builds his nest I shall go wandering, Trying to put my mind at rest, And I shall never cease Until the day I die. He was once a friend of mine, But I did not know or care Until she said goodbye. I cried till I could hardly see The meaning of my life. What do I do now?
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