Sometimes
From the valley
I hear them, voices
From the south
It’s cold
It’s disturbing
As if they are
Falling down
From the dust
Comes a soldier
From the shadows
Of the sand
It’s a boy
Scattered to pieces
And no reason to resign
Some of them hold on
To saying
There’s a place of gold
All of them know
It’s time to sail
From the valley
You won’t believe
Echoes
From the sand
Echoes
From the center of it
Echoes
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