They cannot say their thoughts
(or, If Cohen sang Oodgeroo)

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  • Published 20220428
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Dance me to the rhythm of a language (I don’t speak)
’Neath sapphire-misted mountains they might kill (ya)
Breathe out brokin holy in this land of (rainbow peaks)
Every line she speaks is hallelujah.

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