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I am the ground, layers warm and cold.

I am the past, ghost of granite mask

Here they lay, eternal rest.

Here the lay in the nine feet bed.



I am the ground, under blue white sky.

I am tomorrow, the fearless breath.

Here I fall, under ancient sun.

Here I fall, live a life and crawl.



In my blood, in my veins,

in forest leafs, black swamp steam.

Until last day hit to shadow pit.



I am the ground, layers hard and soft.

I am the air, blowing skin ‘o hill.

This is my home, the place I grow.

This is my fate, to live a life and die.