Hermann Hesse

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alone

Lying, thinking, last night how to find my soul a home where water is not thirsty, and bread loaf is not stone, I came up with one thing and I don't believe I'm wrong, that nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires with money they can't use, their wives run round like banshees, their children sing the blues, they've got expensive doctors to cure their hearts of stone. But nobody no, nobody can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know: Storm clouds are gathering the wind is gonna blow, the race of man is suffering and I can hear the moan, 'cause nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone.

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