The Man of Constant SorrowSuch unmatched beauty surrounds me Yet I do not see it, Lost in a frozen time I wander. In eternal silence I walk the path Of my haunting past, Conversing with the whispering wind. I relive my pains again and again, Cursing my Fate of humanity lost. I am the man of constant sorrow; I live in a world of beauty and warmth, Yet I must wander in cold misery...The Man of Constant Sorrow
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