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the lines of my earth so brittle, unfertile, and ready to diei need a drink but the well has gone dryand we in the habit of saying the same things all over againfor the money we shall makethis is the last song that i write till you tell me otherwiseand it's because i just don't feel itthis is last song till you tell me otherwiseand it's because i just don't feel it anymoreit should be our time this fertile youth's black soil is ready for rainthe harvest is nigh but the well has gone dryand they in the habit of saying the same things all over againabout the money we shall makethis is the last song that i write till you tell me otherwiseand it's because i just don't feel itthis is the last song till you tell me otherwiseand it's because i just don't feel anymore
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