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• Artiste: Ghost Bees
• Titre: Ashkelon
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Dear Ashkelon In the month of a bee bite I'm leaving you Profits and Philistines Were sulking in the sea When While I go Lean in dry And left you When hope was made of bureaucrats Sitting fat and fluffed with fury Over this and over that And though We can't rely on that We could have been so much better So much better than the past They Under this carving stone I will not let you go Until you're far beyond their reach Now go Out to the fulsome grove Where they will bury our bed sheets And our wet shoes Soon the wolves will come and eat the leather And the leather torn our tongues As their talisman did This sees they may differ But the laces point to Ashkelon So tie our things together Braid our morning bread and carry on And though the road holds strife Brights to build new life You will sing out int he coming of the night