When a child
People used to tell,
The folks and their whispers about
Hidden treasures
As for particles coming out
In fields or seen on river sands,
Hidden gold mines
Unearthed for so long
For exploration,
The earth telling a different story
And the soil of ti,
The red soil,
Golden soil and ore.
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