Verse 1 Dust on the courtyard, footprints in clay, Mother hums incense for yesterday. Sun leans low where the paddy once swayed, We walk the lanes that our grandfathers made.
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Verse 1 Dust on the courtyard, footprints in clay, Mother hums incense for yesterday. Sun leans low where the paddy once swayed, We walk the lanes that our grandfathers made.
Verse 1 Dust on the courtyard, footprints in clay, Mother hums incense for yesterday. Sun leans low where the paddy once swayed, We walk the lanes that our grandfathers made.