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The farmers and soldiers and poets know
It's a long road ahead where we go
The land will stay and we will end
The wars go on and on my friend
So keep on tilling
Planting the wheat
When the rain comes
Let it beat
Down on us like the wrath of God
As we're making the food
For the poets of odd
Fight the wars
Because you're a man
Come on back home
Where your mama will stand
Proud in her dress crazy and old
The farmers and soldiers and poets
Weave gold
We fight for the freedom
We fight to bring food
We fight and we cuss
And sometimes we're rude
'Cause the land and the gun
And the word is our key
Where all we long for
Is going to be
The wheat will grow
The soldier will go
The poet will sing
And no one will really
Give a great amount
As the farmers and soldiers and poets
We will shout
That it's land and it's freedom
Where someone will see them
Walking hand in hand
Across a barren heated land
To fight for a freedom
We cannot describe
Forgive us o God
For being alive
We struggle in the mire
Of our working desire
Just to be
The farmer, the soldier, the poet
Are we...

6/2/2011 1317PDT cj

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