White chalk hills are all I've known White chalk hills will rot my bones White chalk sticking to my shoes White chalk playing as a child with you White chalk sands against time White chalk cutting down the sea line I walk the valleys by the surf On a path cut 1500 years ago And I know These chalk hills will rot my bones Dorset's cliffs meet at the sea Where I walked the unborn child in me White chalk poor scattered land Scratched my palms There's blood on my hands
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