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																			Hulia of the Mountains 
																					Words and Music: Randall Effner 
																						
																					Vocals: Randall and Sara Effner 
																						
																					Guitar: Randall Effner 
																						
																					Harmonica: Henry Clay 
																	   
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																				Up to now our songs have focused primarily on exposing the persecution of Falun Gong in China and chronicling the noble, non-violent resistance of the practitioners to that persecution. This is the most urgent task, as people are suffering torture and death every day for their faith under the despotic rule of the Chinese Communist Party. But in emphasizing the persecution, we have neglected to inform people about an important reason 70 to 100 million Chinese people started practicing Falun Gong before the persecution: its tremendous ability to heal illness and promote mental and spiritual well-being. 
																				   
																				  We came upon the story of Hulia in the book Life and Hope Renewed: The Healing Power of Falun Dafa. It tells how a native American woman living in the mountains of Peru--about as far away from China as one can get--is introduced to the practice by her son, who gave her a copy of the book Falun Gong. Then, like millions of others both in China and in every corner of the world, she experienced a healing miracle and a new life. 
																				 
																			
																		 
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																			Lyrics: 
																			In the mountains of Peru, there is a place well known 
																						As the Lost City of the Incas, built out of solid stone, 
																						Here the native woman Hulia lived and raised four sons, 
																						Cultivating barren land, her work was never done. 
																						 
																						 
																						One by one her sons grew up, and had to move away 
																						They could not make it on the land, much to her dismay 
																						Hulia's health declined a bit with every passing year 
																						Her back was bowed, her eyes were dim, she could no longer hear 
																						 
																						 
																						Chorus: 
																						Life is hard, she said, 
																						But life is grand 
																						In the midst of pain and suffering 
																						We come to understand 
																						We understand. 
																						 
																						 
																						 
																						Then one day she saw a man come walking very fast 
																						She realized her youngest son had come back home at last 
																						She rejoiced to see his face with such a healthy glow 
																						He'd been sickly when he left, so many years ago 
																						 
																						 
With this book, he said to her, My life's been renewed 
																						And I believe with all my heart, it can do the same for you 
																						Treasure what the Teacher says and you will come to see 
																						Truthfulness, Compassion and Forbearance is the key 
																						 
																						 
																						Something stirred in Hulia's heart, a tear fell from her eye 
																						She held the book close to her chest and looked up at the sky 
																						She tried to move her lips to speak but no words ever came 
																						She sensed the life she'd always known would never be the same. 
																						 
																						 
																						
																						Chorus: 
																						Life is hard, she said 
																						But life is grand 
																						In the midst of pain and suffering, 
																						We come to understand 
																						We understand 
																						 
																						 
																						Hulia was delighted after eighty years of toil 
																						To cultivate her character and find it fertile soil 
																						She marveled at the mysteries that the book explained 
																						First her vision was restored then she could hear again! 
																						 
																						 
																						Now in her room a photograph is hanging on the wall 
																						Hulia stands there every day and looks at it a while, 
																						She thinks of all the wondrous things that have come to be 
																						Then nods her head and softly says, "Thank you, Master Li." 
																						 
																						 
"Thank you, Teacher, thank you, that's all that I can say 
																						I try to be deserving of all you do for me each day 
																						I hear the children playing now, and the songbirds up on high 
																						You've given me for free what gold and silver cannot buy. 
																						 
																						 
																						
																						Chorus: 
																						Life is hard, she said 
																						But life is grand 
																						In the midst of pain and suffering, 
																						We come to understand, 
																						We understand. 
																		   
																		  
																		  
																		  
										     
																					 
																		 
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																				Machu Picchu, The Lost City of the Incas 
																			  
																				Peru 
																			  
																				Singapore 
																			  
																				Russia 
																			  
																				India 
																			  
																				New Zealand 
																			
																		 
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