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Humanity

What simple profundities
What profound simplicities
To sit down among the trees
and breathe with them
in murmur brool and breeze —

And how can I trust them
who pollute the sky
          with heavens
the below with hells

Well, humankind,
           I’m part of you
           and so my son

but neither of us
          will believe
          your big sad lie

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  • Seether
    June 29, 2004
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    Brool is defined as a deep murmur.



    hope this helps


  • June 29, 2004
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    what is 'brool'?