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Earth has been brought to earth. |
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| Its burden of bacteria, of the
foreign sort, |
| Has been laid in our soil... |
| We trust the grass will grow
over, |
| Making invisible the divisions
which lie beneath. |
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Both soils are
soaked in blood, |
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A casual granulate of bone |
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Mixes under our feet, |
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Which, careless of that flood, |
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Tramp on. Deaf also to the groan |
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Rising unheard, and though the beat |
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Of silent drums fills the air, |
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We will not hear. |
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Blood has been
spillt; |
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I share the guilt. |
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Earth has been brought to earth. |
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A monument, of a transitory nature, |
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- and that is its worth - |
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Has been set. |
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And we can observe how the dividing lines |
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Merge, |
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Merge into a unity, |
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And will be pleased, perhaps satisfied. |
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Blood has been
spillt; |
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I share the guilt. |
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Earth has been brought to earth. |
