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The Sheep Gang

Miles away from where you live in your sky-searching city
There's a large brown hill also wearing clouds.

Like the condemned man's blindfold.

Nothing actually grows on this rock-garbed hill,
The grass that you have in your parks doesn't even rise here.
Those sickened green blades drooped and cut the ground years ago.

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