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The roar of machinery, louder as you approach
Manure and silage stops you dead
Flies swarming over the death and decay
The cry of the little ones
When their mothers are forced away
The smooth rhythm of the milker
Jaw moving up and down, up and down
The tank slowing going from silver to white
All for the sweet cream in your mouth



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