Rotation Of Crops Songtext

The Prayers And Tears Of Arthur Digby Sellers

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Rotation Of Crops Songtext
Roughly as big as my fist,
it would break to see you again.
Aren't we tired of this?
The wind is colder and the soil is broken open.

I bought a telescope.
The paper said the moon was new
and so I looked up in the air.
I needed something new but there was nothing there.
(This thing is withering)

I bent the earth
to see your form rise into the frame,
frail though it is to mention more to the passing days.

I broke the earth
to hide you beneath the graying sky.
Clouds covered every corner;
field's fallow season dies.
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