And the olive trees, for the locust devoured them as well
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You will not let me die
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Why not
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The trees and fields have been picked dry yet you keep me here for what
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To sit at your side. Let me die young and empty of days
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Bury my bones under the bare olive tree
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Let my name rest on the tip of your tounge
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As the night captured our still voices
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The contrast of the sky locks our eyes one last time
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The Dead Sea
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| A Life Once Lost |
