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A pail in my hands I'm walking in the swamp |
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I'm searching for the cloudberries but found none |
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Velvety moss yielding under my feet |
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Upon the hummock I lay down to sleep |
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The flock of gnats keep teasing on me |
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Whining in perfect harmony |
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It shakes me awake when I hear the sound |
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Harvester's blast when it hits the ground |
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Felling down those last old trees |
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Shattering the land with iron and steel |
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On the swamp pine is trilling the Song Thrush |
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Trilling his tune, calling her bride |
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But the echo so silent only answers |
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Still keeps on calling, calling in vain |
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I'm walking away... I'm feeling disgraced |
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I'm walking away... I'm feeling disgraced |
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But the innocent bird keeps on trilling |
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Trilling his tune, calling her bride |
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Don't know that their nest has been brought down |
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With fire and steel, dumbed in the ground |
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Taken is your soul |
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Taken is my soul |
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Hollo - disgraced and wasted |
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Broken - is the spell of yours |
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Hollo - disgraced and wasted |
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Broken - is the spell of yours |
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I am ashamed, you - deaf and dumb |
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Wrong has been done - by me and my like |
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I am ashamed, you - deaf and dumb |
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Wrong has been done - by me and my like |
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I'm walking away |
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and never will return |
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