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The rise and the fall upon small mountain |
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Was fair not for all in need |
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And I with my life have gone |
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Away from this land of gold |
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Formed from the seed aligned for all that fortune brings |
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And all that certain men lay upon it when anger is seen |
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And it reigns like the others |
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Giving what all it can |
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While the days count for nothing |
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Nothing that one understands |
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Upon that road I had struggled to find |
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A way of life that was common for all |
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And all that runs on the mountain was mine |
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A way of life that will surely be gone |
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Poor lands will grow |
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Among the weeds among the roads |
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And all are anxious for song and dance |
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That will sometimes get old |
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And it reigns like the others |
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Giving what all it can |
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While the days count for nothing |
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Nothing that one understands |
