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You can find me in the field of ferns |
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Pressing my head against shaded earth |
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With my ears open wide |
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I can listen all night |
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Sweet soft parting love your pace |
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Muscles are weak for the force to take |
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I am finally free |
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I can finally see |
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I am reaching |
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Mild stretches for the shapeless hand |
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I'll never hold |
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I can't let go |
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See this blue sky roll |
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Unswollen rivers |
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Current give me breath we're dying |
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Pulled and pushed deep down |
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The thick of summer |
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Grasshop bring me songs from in the trees |
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at dusk |
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Now from you sweet hands |
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I would wait to see if you would serve me |
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Hearty tea |
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Oh, I won't leave |
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You can find us in the landscape there |
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Our backs rest to the shaded earth |
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We are facing the sky |
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We can listen all night |
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Butlers along the ancient pines |
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Weight of the world when it lets us go |
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We are finally free |
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We can finally sleep |
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I am reaching |
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Mild stretches for the |
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Shapeless hand I'll never hold |
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No, I can't let go |
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See this blue sky roll |
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There's so much I don't know |
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We'll see this blue sky roll |
