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letra de andrew, 1843 - so long... partner

i know the path to willamette, been there and back with only three dead. it pays well to guide them through h-ll and i know the path. it won’t make no difference, playing blind or losing sight, god won’t accept failure from all those in two minds. i’ve seen beheaded fathers, divided up their land. you can’t usurp god, cause if he says he’s god, he wins. i’m forced to side with them

now i’ve seen the path we can’t turn back: displaced natives, scalded land, distrust, surveillance, born from theft all-known, what’s known is dead

i sleep in indеpendence, adopt a nеwborn stray. he asks i leave the door open and screams when i’m away. and you, born out of the mourners bench, a brother hanged, a father dead. we bore the lawn, watched the cat nip grass and you said “that means rain.”

drinking in the pall. your family are all wainwrights. the nave of them, i fellow round with a kind and patron eye. “we could blind each other, only look upon ourselves. what’s better than fulfilling our capacity to help?”
i know the path to willamette. i’ve seen it, i know the end. there’s no use in healing, this destiny’s an end. i know the path to willamette, i’ve seen it and we can’t turn back

i said, “you are the new frontier. our place is finally clear.” our love lifts auburn dust and the wind carving the west. “your lips a spark and my skin flint, i know you see the path.”

and i finally felt hope in your arms in the grove and when we drank and looked out west your dance was progress, not regress. sun rises on life until it sets. your t–th and tongue rewards for death. you chide at me, sad altruist. our love will make this worth it. we are the new frontier. our warmth and eyes so clear the help in a swelling h-ll. “our isn’t, what we sow” i’ll carry all your grief cause you mean that much to me. i’ll protect you with my life. because if i don’t who am i?

- so long partner

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