Youth, I see
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In your heart the red blood flows
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Down like a river to the sea it goes
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Youth, I see
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Through all the trouble, the work and pain
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You laugh like a child in a warm spring rain
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Youth, I See
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From the heavens the moon looks down
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And the lapping of the tide is the only sound
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The jungle lurks where the firelight fades
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The stars are swimming in a moonlit bay
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Women cry in their native tongue
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Singing of the days when they were young
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Hear the black eyed women pray
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For all their lovers who have sailed away
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On the altar the incense burns
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For all the men who will never return
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Youth, I see
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Muscles ripple across your back
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As you grab the rope and hold it fast
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Youth, I see
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Laughing faces at the end of the day
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Hands that clap as the music plays
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Youth, I See
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See the temple on the hill above
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A black bird circling a nesting dove
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See the monks in their crimson robes
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Walking single file down a dusty road
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In the market the hawkers sing
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Of aromatic spice and copper rings
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Dice are thrown and rattling fall
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At the feet of the soldiers on er) ancient wall
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And the bones of those who climbed and died
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Lie gleaming in the sand on the other side
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See all of them dream
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Youth, I see
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A clear horizon the colour of lead
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The sea is green like a blanket spread
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Over thee
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On the sheltering shore the breezes sing
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But here the wind like a big bell rings
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Over thee
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A white-haired King with a withered hand
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Bowed to the youth from a foreign land
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Behind the curtains a young girl sighed
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Basking in the light of his deep, blue eyes
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The King decreed that the youth should know
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Alt the secrets of his treasure trove
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But never again would he roam free
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From that kingdom he would never leave
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The young man looked, the young man learned
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And never to his home did he return
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See all of them dream
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Youth
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