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Husk
Liz Durrett
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Husk
Liz Durrett
Husk
The whole song goes like this: Cm7, Cm7/D#, Bb, F
There�s a gulf at the edge of the yard
And the husk of a shed and a garden
It�s the virus that swells in the grass
It�s the ration that stays with the water
There�s a boy with his back to the porch
There�s a root in a jar on the floor
It�s the field that is tied to his ankle
It�s the fodder that sticks to the table
There�s the ghost of a beast in the woods
And the trace of a shell in the dirt
It�s the path to the place where he lay
It�s the look of a crow on the grave
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