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White chalk hills are all I've known
White chalk hills will rot my bones
White chalk sticking to my shoes
White chalk playing as a child with you
White chalk south against time
White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme
I walk the valleys by the Cerne
On a path cut fifteen hundred years ago
And I know, these chalk hills will rot my bones
Dorsets cliffs meet at the sea
Where I walked, our unborn child in me
White chalk, gorse-scattered land
Scratched my palms, there's blood on my hands
