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We’ve been sown, grown here on the soil
With roots that burrow deep
We’ve been long left, but edges of the coil now
Closer ever creep
Elders, tellers, keepers of the bygone
Treasures of the dirt
Brush and string we and scribble and we sing
And dig for the annals of the earth
And we try try try
To keep a little beauty in the world
All that died died died
We keep it in our hands
In their dark clouds, blackening the sun
They came down to the shores
Motors hard, loud
