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Empty bowls with empty souls

coming over the trees you wake

looking about for what to take

empty bowl what to make

feed yourself before the rest

think of you being the best

not of the complete mess

on the plains of the congo

on the dying fields of red rice

on the shifting sands of the ancients

as the sun beats down

empty bowls what to make

you gather souls to take

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