Cynical judgement lead the way
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to the ever growing fields of gold
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The table set for fast decay
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younger men erase the old
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Sullen glances paint their time
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on walls of disbelief
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Expansion, growth, the biggest crime
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to pick a budding leaf
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The woods are draped in white this year
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and those who pay will have their share
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The children drowning in their fear
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to pick a budding leaf
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The fields are full, the market eager
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Forever fertile is the soil
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Above the ground one life is meagre
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Forever traded dust for toil
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The woods are draped in white this year
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and those who pay will have their share
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The children drowning in their fear
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to pick a budding leaf
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Redrum
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| Pale Forest |
