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Owen Tromans
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Some Black Plan
It lives in the dirt, it lives in the earth In this ancient land an unfolding plan Beneath the boughs of a mighty oak In the charcoal burner's hollow smoke In the robin's song, in the fallow field The future is revealed
All these dice loaded, all these men condemned All this freedom eroded, like the muddy river's bend And I hear the hammer fall to the floor I hear your breath pound on these walls like war And the wind tells me what is in store And the ground tells me what is in store
And when I held your head in my hands I knew this was not a good plan That which I cannot see, and I cannot feel Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But a plan it is and so real
The sweet sorrow of knowing, impossible to describe I witness the darkness that moulds and breaks our lives That settles over you my love in your dying room For there is no other reason you could be taken so soon And I must ask; whose are these hands? But know that my asking is in the plan
And when I held your head in my hands I knew this was not a good plan That which I cannot see, and I cannot feel But a plan it is and so real
Some black plan, drowning this world
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