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SPRING
2000 Leon Felipe
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Yours is the farm,
the house,
the horse,
and the pistol.
Mine is the ancient voice of the land.
You keep everything,
leaving me naked and lost in the world ...
but I leave you speechless ... mute!
How will you harvest the wheat
and feed the fire
if I take the songs with me?RETURN TO TABLE OF CONTENTS
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