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At Tihuanaco he stepped ashore
Washed up on foreign lands
Bringing with him knowledge
And the skill of ancient hands

He sculpted tombs and palaces
Carved crops into the plains;
Clear blue silver water
Flowed freely through his veins

Mama Occlo; Manco Capac;
Gods beneath the sun
Spread colour from their woven hearts –

The New World had begun…

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