Poisoned Harvest

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I wake to my fears,
As lonesome as I dreamed,
Hair wet with hopeless tears
The tomorrows we dreamed,
Are lost in bygone years.
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I cry, grieving, in my sleep
I cry for the secret sorrows
That we all sadly keep,
I weep for children’s unknown sorrows,
And the poisoned harvest they must reap.
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Bear … 01.10.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Gula Gula — Mari Boine
4min. 49sec.

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