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Do you hear the sound keeps my kids awake In fields where peace used to reign? Notice the horizon, the obstructed view All I see are those blades The turning and whirling, the deafening sound Killin’ the birds, spoiling the ground around me [chorus] An Iowa farmer has been taken by charmers Who came waving that green stuff Took over my land What did I get from the deal that was made? When they planted those turbines Now I live . . . Complete article »
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