ENIGMATIC CHILDREN’S SONG
“White swans, black swans Who’s going to sail with me to England? England is closed The key is broken And there is no blacksmith [to be found] in the land Who can repair that key come forward, come forward Those at the back should come to the front.”
(Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh)
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