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It crashed in the forest |
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Tearing off the trees |
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and my pockets full of leaves |
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Have you seen my brothers lying on the green? |
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Have you seen my brothers as they swam against the stream? |
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Did you try to rescue them with your pagan poetry? |
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Who'll come and bless them in the middle of the sea? |
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With the winds-a-blowing right to the bone |
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When the pipes are calling, will you take our bodies home? |
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Sleepy man, get over it, and come to your senses. |
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Sleepy man, pass over us, and above the ocean trees. |
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Resurrected Jesus in the river up to your knees. |
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Waiting for the rest of us to fall from the trees |
