This fine sand sprinkles the earth
Oh, how these holy
Buildings have changed
To drive brothers from
Houses of the nearly identical brick—
A chimney there, a window there—
But unimaginably alike,
Those bricks, they bashed their
Heads in with them
Harvest has arrived
Oh, how these holy
Buildings have changed
To drive brothers from
Houses of the nearly identical brick—
A chimney there, a window there—
But unimaginably alike,
Those bricks, they bashed their
Heads in with them
Harvest has arrived
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