Aaron Copland - The World Feels Dusty lyrics

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Aaron Copland - The World Feels Dusty lyrics

The World — feels dusty When We stop to die — We want the Dew — then — Honors — taste dry — Flags — vex a Dying face — But the least fan Stirred by a friend's Hand — Cools — like the Rain — Mine be the Ministry When thy Thirst comes — Dews of Thyself to fetch — And Holy Balms —