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In our days we will live like our ghosts will live
Pitch and glass at the cornfield grows and folding close
Like stubborn boys across the road we'll keep everything
Grandma's gun and the black bear claw they took her dog
And when Sister Lowry says I'm in we won't hear anything
The 10 car train will take that word at Fledgling Bird
And the fallen house across the way it'll keep everything
The baby's breath our bravery wasted and our shame
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection first
In our days we will save what our ghosts will save
The game of the world gets on
