I am
Rusty rocks and twang
Corrugate
And red dust in sheets on the
Small lonesome
Town
Pale of the water
From the well
From the ground
Leatherback churchgoers
Leatherhand
Glass eyes
Lonesome crow
Cawing crow
Everyone fights
Everyone dies
I undertake a great task
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