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Henry Joe Blood From Stars

From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary

Life takes root in the deepest, dark ground Where bones, blood and honor have been trampled down And beaten like ponies and driven to town When reason

it was yesterday The birds have picked the blossoms, I think out of spite The dogs have taken to the street like it was theirs by right The clouds have drawn a curtain where the stars

a call it a truce for now Georgia looks covered in blood from the air Where the clay and river fight and run as a pair And women comb bramble and stones from

loveliest tumble from grace Into the arms of what is unbound From gravity's rule by a glimpse of your face It sets to falling what will never touch ground From