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01:23of blood. Every diaspora has a song. This one belongs to no one country. I'll sing this
01:36to my children and they'll sing it to theirs. Long after my name is gone, the song will
01:44still be there.
01:55The tide moves like the feeling in the chest, pulling old ghosts up from where they rest.
02:00I honor every voice that carried me across black water and winter seas. The hollow had
02:06a voice before the mines, before the iron swallowed all the pine. Songs don't close, they
02:12echo through the years in fiddle cries and distant engineer. The kick drum pounds, the
02:18ravens climb. The old grief dances inside the light. Bare feet on the frost before the
02:30sun. Cold earth breathing underneath our blood. Every diaspora has a song. This one belongs
02:43to no one country. I'll sing this to my children and they'll sing it to theirs. Long after my
02:54name is gone, the song will still be there.
03:03Every patient moment leaves a mark. Every winter leaves behind a spark. The best of me was
03:09built here in the cold. By firelight, by rhythm, by the old. The violins begin to bend and scream
03:16like ancestors arriving through machine. And for one moment all the lost belong inside the pulse
03:22of one unbroken soul. Bare feet on the frost before the sun. Bare feet on the frost. Cold earth breathing
03:34underneath our blood. Underneath our blood. Every diaspora has a song. This one belongs to no one country. I'll sing
03:47this to my
03:48children and they'll sing it to theirs. Long after my name is gone, the song will still be there. I'll
03:59sing this to my
04:01children and they'll sing it to theirs.
04:06,
04:06,
04:07,
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