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To bleed the sun
And burn the rye
To keep the seed
And stomp the land
To drain the soil
And fill it with ashes
To blur the sky
And deny the sun
To wait for rain
And cleanse the guilt
To burn the seed
And drain the soil
To wait for rain
And cleanse the guilt
To drown the seed
And flood the land
Blind
Harvest
(Here) Nothing grows
