原文歌詞
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Push, meat, blood, and hair
Mother to mother
Push, born of the mud
Dried in the salt air
Push, down at the root
Slipping from somewhere
Brown
Push, slick with the sweat
Fed by the bright air
Push, sky not of roof
Ground is not a bottom
Push, this is not yours
You are the world's
Brown.
