they may flow
like waters from seven seas
they may flow
like showers of rain from the
azures beyond…
they may flow…
tears, i mean,
like our crude beneath
our earth;
scooped away
in pans of iron,
in funnels and tubes,
day by day they flow
just like our crude...
dredging fields afar
blessing peoples
unknown
yet ours isn't their care;
but flow they mayn't
forever…
tears i mean...
just like our crude
beneath our earth!
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