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Down
Down
Down to the town where she grew
The mother of my mother's
mother's mother
She grew green like the soft
And dangerous peaks of the
Appalachians
With an accent as sweet as blackberry juice
And as thick as the coal-dust that never left
Her father's skin
You can still hear her whisper
In that West Virginia valley
She calls to me with a song
Of longing and sadness
She is a siren whose song
Is tuned to my heart strings
I would drown myself in the
Lostness and hunger of the
Mountains
Just to hear her story
Her voice for the first time

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