Back to the hurricane lamp days
Life, a soothing dream in caves
My place was amidest the green
Honesty and truthfulness so keen
People stood by fair and virtue
No one felt need for the rescue
Much waters ran below the bridge
Days grew older over the ridge
Green turns to purple, then gray
Thieves find it better on their way
Fair and virtue flew over the coast
Care and love seldom one can cost
Time will fly again over the mist
Sun will rise in the horizons of west
Life will be plain near the desert
Ears will never enjoy any concert
Oh! child will be the father of men
Many of us won’t find this, I remain!
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