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Bodies piled high
In the well
Rags wrap feet
Frost bit hard
They ate our harvest
Burned our town
We watched
As our stomachs churned
Shoving sheets into the tank treads
We kept fighting from the hills
We sliced their throats
Time sleeps when guns wake
The story my Grandfather would tell
Bodies piled high
In the well
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Further,
released August 3, 2013
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