| We came in this world together
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| Legs wrapped around each other
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| My cheek against my sister’s
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| We were born like tangled vine
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| We lived along the river
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| Where the black clouds never lingered
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| The sunlight spread like honey
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| Through my sister’s tiny hands
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| But while picking sour apples
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| In the wild waving grasses
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| Sister stumbled in the brier
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| And was bitten by a snake
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| Every creature casts a shadow
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| Under the sun’s golden fingers
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| And as the sun sinks past the waving grass
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| Some shadows are dragged along
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| So alone, I took to drinking
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| Bottles of cheap whiskey
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| And I staggered through the backwoods
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| Killing snakes with a sharpened stick
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| Oh, but still I heard her laughing
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| In the wild waving grasses
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| Still her tiny hands went splashing
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| At the river’s sparkling shore
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| So I took my rusty gas can
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| And an old iron shovel
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| And I set the woods to blaze
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| And choked the river up with stones
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| Every creature casts a shadow
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| Under the sun’s golden fingers
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| And as the sun sinks past the waving grass
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| Some shadows are dragged along |