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Give us this day! |
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Our daily dead! |
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Curse the sun for this sight |
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Lay strewn upon the ground, can we not offer humility? |
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Breath hungry, life lost, faith starved, |
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Can we not offer humility? |
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Digger dig deep, feel for sights and sounds |
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Press your ear against the earth, upon the ground |
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Runner, ride out, against the turning tide |
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The sun beats down upon the land set aside |
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Foreboding fates will not cease |
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Laying my death before me |
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Arrows split against my hide |
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I am everyone, everyone in these eyes |
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I will witness the fall of efrafa |
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I will witness, witness the fall |
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Give us this day! |
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Our daily dead! |
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Can we not offer humility? |
