.Theres a place they sit
where the wind donât hit
with a shadow hanging over it
and sing with a sigh
my dirt, my dirt is dry
They put us on the steep
side of the hill
into our weatherboard shack on stilts
all of the while
the deeper the spiral
Inside ,all eyes
fi x .
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