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Mother, as |
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I write, the sun dissolves |
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Blood life streaming, 'cross my hand |
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And these words, these words |
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Hope dashed immortal hope |
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Hope streaking the canvas sky |
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Blue poles infinitely winding |
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As I write, as |
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I writeBlue poles infinitely winding |
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As I write, as |
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I writeWe joined the long caravan |
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Hungry, dreaming, going west |
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Just for work, just to get a job |
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And we never got lucky |
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We just forged on, and the dust |
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The endless dust, like a plague |
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It covered everything |
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Hal fell, with the fever |
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And mother |
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I did, what |
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I couldBlue poles infinitely winding |
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As I write, as |
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I writeBlue poles infinitely winding |
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As I write, as |
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I writeWe prayed, we prayed for rain |
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I never wanted, to see the sun again |
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We left behind, on the road, |
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Hal died, in my arms |
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We buried him, by the river |
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Blue poles infinitely winding |
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As I write, as |
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I writeBlue poles infinitely winding |
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As I write, as |
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I write, I write |
