| Waist high in the wild oats
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| Goose-grass burrs on his old coat
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| A knife tears through his throat.
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| Sunlight sparkles in the old stones by the wall
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| Surprise in his eyes as he begins to fall
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| Across his hand an ant crawls
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| It’s been a long time coming.
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| Himmancame
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| Himmancame
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| Bringemin now bringemin
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| Himmancame
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| throughthewheat himmancame
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| Seems a long time
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| That the dawn’s been coming
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| Spreading down through the sky
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| Reflected in his eyes
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| And could it be
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| That I can smell the blood on this breeze
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| It’s been a long time coming.
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| Himmancame
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| Himmancame
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| Bringemin now bringemin
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| Himmancame
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| throughthewheat now
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| cutyou
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| It’s been a long time coming. |