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He walks alone

Through the hedgerow.

Ground beneath his tired feet.

Baked in the summer sun

Past the blood red berries.

Vicious thorns and twisted oak

The dust the fields the heat.

A hill.

Harrowdown Hill

A brief summary of the script

He walks alone

Through the hedgerow.

Ground beneath his tired feet.

Baked in the summer sun

Past the blood red berries.

Vicious thorns and twisted oak

The dust the fields the heat.

A hill.

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