.The rock is made of diamond, the rivers wash with gold
The sun beats down in rhythm, pounding on our reason
Pounding on our reason, ringing in our skulls
Sometimes this land looks empty - it plays so many tricks on you
The soil of dried blood-sown with seed of people
Overrun with.
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