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filling the air into the nose

earth and fire

let all this anger expire

mix with sandalwood

stir and grind into dust

elders come in trust

turn the soil from the dead

dream of spirits in your head

bind the violent, bind the hate

melt within a candle flame

make us one all in the same

lips numbed, tingled bittered sort

imbued with a hum of

Madder wort

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