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brave
free of consequence
slaying
the camel's gash
pine marks his passing well
one won't do
armed twice for push up's sake
arms like these swing a state
arms like these hug the law
arms like these flail when our songs hit a desert bride
arms like these cross when they're locked in a draped pine box
shock, it's a shock—trees in lee never leaved armies
shock, it's a shock these trees
shock, it's a shock—trees in lee never leaved bits of me
it's a shock, it's a shock
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