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Shadows follow me, from graves at the farm In Uzbekistan to the snow covered soil of Germany And the sun dried deserts of Arizona. The cossack sits on the tractor that turns the plow Turns the earth over and over Turning… The bones of my dead baby boy… The bones of my dead parents… [...] He was part pirate Benny, Sara, Nusha Part protector, all black marketeer Observant, deceptive, courageous And in this life, he might have been A CIA agent, a CEO, or Sean Connery In Gold Finger But it was then, and that was that Choices none, so… He wooed them – Nusha and Raia With potatoes [...] |
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