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The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive doอพ Dressed quite formal, black and whiteอพ soon movement turned to nasty fight.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
What gets wetter as it dries?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.