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We need to lift our home off the ground The things we trade in for the future Are the one true love we care for most of all One acre of land is cut in twelve and sold by his brother The pirogue is up against the rising of the sea walls The morning wind will call out to the wedding of the son The things we trade in for the future Are the one true love we care for most of all |