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"...Can a heart be of gold if it rusts?"

As I reached a blind alley

I had no where else to go

But to Central Valley

To exploit and make it grow

So I did and I reaped fruit of my hands work

The wealth I enriched

Turned daylight into murk

I have faith and love you

Was the last I heard

When I set my sails

And embarked upon a new world

I will name it New Helvetia

Where I'll lose it all

So what,

True hope knows no equal

And I'll lose it all

Gold, no way to conceal

As wanderers pour out

Convoys of officials

Gather to set about

Can a heart be of gold if it rusts?

It can't here I'm with you,

And so much for my trust!

I have faith and love you

Was the last I heard

When I set my sails

And embarked upon a new world

I will name it New Helvetia

Where I'll lose it all

So what,

True hope knows no equal

And I'll lose it all