Sometimes From the valley I hear them,
voices From the south It's cold It's disturbing As if they are Falling down From the dust Comes a soldier From the shadows Of the sand It's a boy Scattered to pieces And no reason to resign Some of them hold on To saying There's a place of gold All of them know It's time to sail From the valley You won't believe Echoes From the sand Echoes From the center of it Echoes
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