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Where did I go, how did I come to reach this place?
If only I'd learned to let them hold me.

There's a beggar with gold, said he made a village built with clay,
before it all got washed away.

Down by the river where the river is so cold,
and the older women come to play.

Steady my heart cos the pattern of your soul
is spoken in the rhythm of yesterday.

Where did I go, how did I come to reach this place?
If only I'd let the beggars show me,
To the valley of gold where once stood the village build with clay,
Before it all got washed away.

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