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From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary

town When reason is traded for rhyme Your sailor is my lawyer Your seamstress suits my king But you are the mouth of the river The star of my every dream

it was yesterday The birds have picked the blossoms, I think out of spite The dogs have taken to the street like it was theirs by right The clouds have drawn a curtain where the stars

I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor And I could dig my way free of myself taking more But prisoners know nothing of victory at war Let's a

cure This is a beautiful war to be sure A surrendering hero's name will be sung When all else has failed and the battle feared won This is a star more