by Patti Smith
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I don't know why I feel this way today
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The sky is blue the table is laid
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The trees are heavy with yellow fruit
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And in their shade children happily play
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The pears have fallen to the ground
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My child places one in my hand
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The sun is warm upon my face
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And I dream of a burning land
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Mother of famine take this pear
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Upon an arrow through the rings of time
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This small fruit this golden prayer
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May it pass from this hand to thine
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If I were rain I'd rain on Somalia
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If I were grain for Somalia I'd grow
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If I were bread I would rise for Somalia
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If I were a river for Somalia I'd flow
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All the mothers will dream of thee
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All the mothers bless thy empty hand
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All the mothers will grieve for thee
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All the sorrow a mother can stand
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If we were rain we would rain on Somalia
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If we were grain for Somalia we'd grow
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If we were bread we would rise for Somalia
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If we were a river for Somalia we'd flow
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Somalia
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| Patti Smith |
