.I was a child when I left home.
I wandered blindly until I roamed.
While others have secrets I have none.
Now Iâm too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble
Bitter the fruit
Withered the vine
Long gone the virgin who danced til she died
Iâm here in the valle.
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