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The Clearing

every tree felled is sheep for the grazing
and it's wood for the fence
it's a hard land, a dry land, but we'll tame it yet
and try to forget

my dreams are a hundred black faces
close my ears to the cry
and i wake in the morn for there's work to be done
the axe and the gun

and all you see
is all you know

last night as i cleared off a black one
rolled her into the stream
and up on the hill saw my dear daughter's eyes
just looking on me

and all you see
is all you know

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