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Here comes the beekeeper
With her pitcher full of smoke
Sheâll put us all to sleep
I hope itâs dreamless and itâs deep
Sweet Prometheus, come home
They took away our fire
And all that this scarcity promotes
Is desperate men and tyrants
What fine design
what hands
what minds
The envy of Eden
our tools and our reason
Itâs clear in the animals eyes
We stand
upright
Build fires
at night
Made on the sixth day
To rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
Both Surgeon and Farmer
Meet at
And each greets the other with a bow
Theyâre kindred instruments, you know
The scalpel and the plow
In the shadow of the mountain
We work when work abounds
And we wear out all our prayers
When the work runs out
What fine design
what hands
what minds
The envy of Eden
our tools and our reason
Itâs clear in the animals eyes
We stand
upright
Build fires
at night
Made on the sixth day
To rest on the seventh
And now we just try to survive
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