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Wuthering Heights Salt

Do you hear the waves? The waves are calling us To refuge or to ruin Look to the future Do you see a light? Leave all that can be spared behind Salt

Grimly I recall a child who greeted life with open arms But this child had to become a man His own crops to sow And 'neath the shade of sanity Their

finding anything My pen should be on fire, but it's not igniting Ready for war, I don't know what I'm fighting for Is this wordsmith Worth his salt Or

I am no wise man But I reckon that the Gods of old Bound the secret fire of life Inside this dram of gold Bringing warmth to the cold Helps a human

down these rats will panic The weight of the world proved much too tough Just dragging myself along was more than enough But remember my words like marks from a whip This old salt