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I am going somewhere.
Song
1. Where I walk, even the trees weep, ; Leaves fall from their weak branches, ; Fall, leaves, hide me, ; And my sweet mother is my song, crying for me. ; ; 2. Brothers, relatives, but you are unfaithful, ; You still visit my heavy captivity. ; I will go again, I will not be a prisoner, ; I will still serve the goodness of my brothers.