Death
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Fertile fields are ready now
..
Children grow
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Death
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We are mortal
We love
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We have come here
From where?
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Death
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We hold the child
Breath for breath
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Run the rainy fields
Towards the sky
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Death
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Easier every time
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To love is to die
.
The fertile field below the open sky