Thorn stuck i can't pull out from my feet
I knew it all along venomous reptiles
From my sleeves will ooz out your dignity
In that street lived long the old beggar
Look for the hidden treasures you'll find there
The elders said one day it would happen
The sun shall rise from where it set
Stay alive wounds of bygone years
Processions will again cross from here
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