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## Lyrics
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Coal mines, black diamonds, gas and electric bulbs lighting up the hill lines,
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Steam and diesel locomotives pulling streams of cargo and
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There were scenes I've come to known but never seen or heard.
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Coal mines roar low day and night. air compressors, motors, conveyor belts, water pumps, self-propelled tunnel shields, drum cutters, lifts; boilers, generators, locomotives, trucks, and people of the mine.
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Snow over the ever so slightly dwarfed mountain slopes, matrices of lights of alternating patterns every fortnight or so reflecting shift changes; mixtures of snow, steam, smoke in the air, smell of much burning.
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People in the mines, people for the mines, people around the mines, people from the mines; people working, people fighting, people dying.
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// Lines that shouldn't make it to the final text but of the right spirit
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History is an easy thing to learn and remember but nigh impossible to live in. At the same time it is a thing imopossible to not live in.
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My town is sentenced death and revived so many times by history and so many contactless observation endpoints from miles and miles away. I am an exile but I live on with the town.
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