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Daddy got stung and he bent to the suffering |
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Soul whose hours are bled, |
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Old pine lent and swayed |
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In the shuddering breezes over our heads, |
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Daddy lay down and slept in his shivering arms, |
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Round a life that he once led, |
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Holding tight the seeds he'd been gathering, |
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Wind blowin' high in the moonlight coming down, |
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Where did they go? |
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Daddy got up and he cried in the morning, |
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Son rise up at peace with the dead, |
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Old man long the weight of his shoulders, |
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Weight gone in the frozen earth kept, |
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Daddy went down and drank from the river, |
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Bends on by the light of the morning, |
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Nothing for long howl of wind in the cedar tops, |
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Onward the gathering north wind blows away, |
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Nothing to say, |
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And the leaves keep falling down. |