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Lyrics:
With a mantle of wisdom And a fire in my eyes I'll be waiting 'til the morning For my chance to arrive
Well they told me he's a sitter And a better man than I She embraced me half-remembered Save your breath, he's bona fide
As the river filled the valley We recalled why we came Hidden fortunes, buried treasure And a will to prevail
Well they told he's a sitter And a better man than I She embraced me half-remembered Save your breath, he's bona fide
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