Dry the ocean
The blood and the children
Dry the throat and the soul
Dry the word on every tongue
Dry the pledges and the colours on the sky’s skin
Dry the soil and all that preys on it
Dry the hand that gives and the one that takes
-When the wind mourns
-Everything should mourn with it
Dry the ocean
The blood and the children
Dry the throat and the soul
Dry it now
Dry it now, all of it
Today and tomorrow too.
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