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RockAway Baby

Rock away baby
in your tree top,
When Earth winds blow
our cradle can’t stop

And all Her Queen’s horses
and all old bald white men
can’t put Her regathered
together again.

Her wounds raise our stories
of struggle and sin,
our strengths are new songs
about old wounds gone wrong.

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