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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? _ I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains _ I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways _ I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests _ I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans _ I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard _ and it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
A person on a bridge overlooking a fantastical landscape with a winding river, diverse vegetation, and dramatic weather.