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Starting to get to me

I'm not true anymore

You're scabbing my abrasions

Too deep in my sores

Priceless, prices what all

The sowers have sown

They plant heads and eyes

In infertile

Fields of stone

Do I have

Enough to give?

Do I have

Words of gold?

Do I have

The heart to try?

Never without a doubt

I've seen these things in silence

A silver halo, hanging over

We calm down from our violence

Shot the summer

Shot the sun

Shot all my brothers

Ache my breath

Press in flesh

Beside

The one thing

I forgot