This is the start but where is the ending?
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Do we have shut Means to pretend?
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Creation shouting praise for the keeper
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Glory to the son of a man
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The shovel has let our mother's blood
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Ingredient of life has been peeled off
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Slowly the land withers away
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Disappears into thin air
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I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
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I can not hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
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The treadmill Rotates
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But only in one direction
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In the shade of the plans
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The contractor smiles
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Seventh Swamphony
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Mother's tears have dried
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Deadly way to live
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Work has been done
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Wounded country full of ditches
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Excavated upsidedown
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Every day he keeps on rooting
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Glory to the son of a man
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Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land
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I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
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I can not hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
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The treadmill Rotates
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But only in one direction
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In the shade of the plans
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The contractor smiles
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Seventh Swamphony
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Mother's tears have dried
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Deadly way to live
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Work has been done
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Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land
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Seventh Swamphony
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| Kalmah |
