Trancing through the fields
Causality yields it's rose
Joking with the busy rats
Naked beneath their clothes
I took my love to the sacred tree
All on a Summer's day
And what it was that we found there
Brought us some dismay
A tear had wrenched the tree apart
Torn up the forest through the heart
A scar of midnight's black replaced
Our wood by strip tarmac grimace
Oil pipes in Afghanistan
Were laid by force of war
By corporation pirates
Who work all round the World
Some prefer not to think
Others to take action
I will sing this song outloud
Tempting some reaction
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