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You Never Know
When I
throw my words to the wind
He nudges the mountain, sniggers and turns away
When I
thread my hope through the heart of the soil
He shows fallow face, turns a furrowed field grey
When I
send my thoughts to the sky, she cries
And her teardrops drown a thousand tribes
When I
sew my soul to the sea
She knows, and her minions move a million scribes
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