In the dominion of pillars of faith
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Her nest toppled by the march winds
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She set out through the forest
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On a cloudy day
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The dower sky whining over tea, the weakened
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Country side rolling over onto his side to watch for
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Coming night.
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Sick with fever now the cottages glowed from within,
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And all the plump women fanned the fires and cooked
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The soups and warmed the water for the baths of small
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Children.
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This one bathes with a sail boat.
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That one uses kitchen spoons and bottles.
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Meanwhile
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The grass shivers
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The cars in the driveway
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Pull restlessly at horizontal lines
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Thrown carelessly across
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The yard.
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Leaving Through The Forest Path
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
