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00:00 [Music]
00:25 Will I be the last oak standing amidst the screaming sycamores?
00:37 When the ancient moss and lichened branches are hanging from hydraulic claws?
00:49 And when Jenny's scarlet-buried hawthorn bush no longer hides her thorny home?
01:03 Will I be the last oak standing for the sake of your ragstone?
01:22 [Music]
01:41 Will I be the last deer running through your dusty clouds of lime?
01:53 For our orchards, poppy fields and bluebell woods are now just names upon street signs.
02:05 And you marvel as we jump your garden gates, we have no other place to go.
02:19 Will I be the last deer running for the sake of your ragstone?
02:31 [Music]
02:54 Will I be the last owl calling with no answer from her kin?
03:05 And as moths are drawn to moons of halogen just to burn their dusty wings?
03:17 And as Brock lies by the jewel carriageway, he never found his way back home?
03:31 Will I be the last owl calling for the sake of your ragstone?
03:42 [Music]
04:11 [Music]

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