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Quinn Hunter
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Flowers won’t grow

In this barren place

Dirt ain’t got enough of nothin’,

No mount of water

God bring rain

God bring rain

My cup runneth over

Pink Polyethnen sit cocked

On the window sill

Fresh ones don’t keep long ‘nough

No mount of sugar

God bring rain

God bring rain

My cup runneth over

Soot don’t have no place

in this house

No mount of bleach

Gonna clean this skin

God bring rain

God bring rain

My cup runneth over

absolution

absolution

absolute