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This is where we fall |
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Sleepers scattered in the soil |
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A finger deep, dragged through the ground |
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A blessed thought in harrowed halls |
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We could think of nothing else |
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But what our patch of earth contained |
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Reminded by our dirt-stained clothes |
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Of planted possibility |
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In tender ground, as bare as birth |
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A shoot emerged from beneath the earth |
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Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows |
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Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown |
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Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones |
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I am overgrown |
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I am overgrown |
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Between two branches, a rope and tire we cast |
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Between two worlds, each one higher than the last |
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I chose the air, chose higher still and left an Eden, found |
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But in abandon, lost my grip, and shattered, chose the ground |
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In unkept chaos, as bare as birth |
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A garden, grey, of tangled earth |
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Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows |
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Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown |
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Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones |
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I am overgrown |
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I've been lying here too long |
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The branches pushing me apart where weakness showed |
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But then September swept the overcast aside |
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Dusted off the winter's curse, and she cut me through like knives |
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She whistled proudly her season's song |
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And showed me that I was alive all along |
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Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows |
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Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown |
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Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones |
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I am overgrown |
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I am overgrown |