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the tractor turns the chocolate soil |
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i suspect i am lost but if i knew for sure i might find something |
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| or someone | |
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and we certainly can't have that |
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i skittered out from under a rock millenia ago when the tractor came by |
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when the world didn't care because it was lost and i was lost and we were lost and wandering together |
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| but now the tractor has come | but now we are farmers |
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but now i wonder who will hunt
and who will gather |
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| now that the tractors have come | |