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Lost In The Dew

We kept our hew In statesman-like to gold Fortuned to the deep Gaining us away And genius game Wafts of liver smoke In doing hell For lights and deadened river To empty guys And cloth upon the ground Who would woo us then But these utensils to end oil And nightshine Made for ever-grade Litmus to unwhen Of festering the deep And forest clear Places unrehome Shining might Level our remission For climate rise Earth in silence This will be our war.