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Great white puffs of lumbering buffalo

Blanket the fishbowl sky, and I am tired

I sip my tea and sniff the ocean

Not but an hour from now, I will be home

Swing me low, mark me a coward

The whims of the West must die

Here is the resting ground

Here is my smile, my pink little toes

(Bound to your oil machines)

Death to the civilized

(Hoarding the land and sea)

Death to the civilized

(Stolen through violent means)

Death when all want masquerades as need

The marbled godwit line the coast

I grasp for my straw cap;

I’m lashed to my brave little raft

The waves do toss this worthy vessel

Impress on my tiny brain

This strange and dangerous beauty

I feel it’s scale

I feel its industry.,

Making a flea of us

And dusting us off

And talks in a hush

A little disappointed

(Bound to your oil machines)

Death to the civilized

(Hoarding the land and sea)

Death to the civilized

(Stolen through violent means)

Death when all want masquerades as need

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