a new [set of swimmers.]]
(How much longer shall I languish?)
(no longer let me languish....)
	    we are seeking a new problem-
how the waters sculpt the earth.

    (How do the waters sculpt the earth?)
    (How do the dancers sculpt the earth?)

How do they find 
me everywhere                       			 I go?

-they've checked their messages and have found you-

		twenty miles from the mountains
 no longer let me languish.

 The men and women stack in piles.

The people are stacked in piles
 and swallowed by the earth
 down   deep in the valleys
    it swallows us
  and our sorrows fill the earth
   swallowed by our problems
   twenty miles from the mountains
   where the swimmers stack in piles
   the poor begin to sculpt the earth
		(their valleys
		        dig
		     deeper
		        into

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