Trudging through the fog of old Scotland
Crawling on knees and hands
Trying to find the place where I belong
With the face of one who can do no wrong
After thirty days without heat or sun
I have lost all faith in the holiest one
I asked for a sign as to where i should go
but even the one most high
could not even know
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Submission Name: The Ballad of Hamish MacGregor(movement one)
