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tidal sands

Far from the hand,

a hawk did land,

to drop the eggs

of stone and sand,

a time of dreaming

one world, one man.

 

Then time went by

and the gold they panned,

they raped and pillaged

stole from our land,

stole from us

and bit the hand.

 

But the eggs still lay

on dry sand,

can’t lift away

the hope of the man.

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