The rise and the fall upon small mountain
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Was fair not for all in need
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And I with my life have gone
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Away from this land of gold
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Formed from the seed aligned for all that fortune brings
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And all that certain men lay upon it when anger is seen
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And it reigns like the others
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Giving what all it can
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While the days count for nothing
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Nothing that one understands
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Upon that road I had struggled to find
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A way of life that was common for all
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And all that runs on the mountain was mine
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A way of life that will surely be gone
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Poor lands will grow
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Among the weeds among the roads
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And all are anxious for song and dance
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That will sometimes get old
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And it reigns like the others
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Giving what all it can
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While the days count for nothing
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Nothing that one understands
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Small Mountain
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| Midlake |
