I liked to walk down the wharf
In the winter night
A chill wind comes
Licking me with spite
Why does the frozen sky
Cry with frigid tears
Why am still so sad
After all these years
Burning fire in her heart
Quenched by the snow
I ran and ran, begging
Just why won’t you go?
The sun is an eye looking down
Down upon us slaves
Working and farming and growing
Among the graves
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