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WAKE

don’t beat the drum slowly
or play the pipe lowly
she was my sister
now gone from my side

sing loud the broken howl
hear the bitter wind growl
she was my sister
and I loved her so

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WE

We were numbered on the rolling lawn
we were gathered to her side
she lay beneath the drooping tree
and oh, how all the white doves cried

The wind turned our bones to white
stirred our words to a low howl
carried the haka and the pipers tune
that broke apart the deepest well

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