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The Worm Forgives The Plough
In my heart, I can still feelEvery turn of the tractor wheel.Budded furrows cut across the hillside,Over the fields in the sunshineAnd it hurt, but I still grewWith every clumsy punch I threw.Up in anger, at the empty summer sky -I saw the world from the underside.And when the worm began to turn, As it squirmed in the palm of my hand;I began to understand . . .Why it is,The worm forgives the plough.In my heart I can still feel,Every turn of the tractor wheel.As we cower in the shadow of the plow,Chewing us up and spitting us outAs we fall our way back downInto the earth and underground,I discover that even a little wormHas its ways of taking revenge on the world. Letras de cancionesAnd when the worm began to turn, As it squirmed in the palm of my hand;I began to understand . . .Why it is,The worm forgives the plough.Why it is,The worm forgives the plough.
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