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It creeps into everything


welcome to the sand box

fine grit on your face in your shirt

on the march from post to the river

march on brothers over the next hill

scarfs over noses and mouths

march on brothers march

stop in the dunes find shelter

drink up you blokes

tip to your sun cracked lips

dust wet dust in your throat

old mustache move lads march

one foot ahead the other

dust fine grit covers

march brothers

till the dust blows


away to the river

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