Hide the petals underneath that bedroom floorboard
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and they will wither without fail or success.
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Put the people in the hollow box they crafted,
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bolt the doors and watch them perish.
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Its a cautious descent, so polite and pensive at first.
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But the only truth is change, have patience
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(every hundredth year, a single breath and then its over...)
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Even if only for a minute for a minute its over.
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Even if only for a minute.
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So brave in the face of all those roots that ruin,
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to stand so tall when in fact in ruins.
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So brave in the face of all those roots that ruin,
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to stand so tall when in fact in ruins.
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To face that corner of the box and dive in,
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just the sound alone of its humble breath.
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To face that corner of the box and dive in,
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just the sound alone of its humble breath.
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A murmur from the ruins echoes softly as the roots undo, and the branch becomes...
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A murmur from the ruins echoes softly as the roots undo, and the branch becomes...
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A murmur from the ruins echoes softly as the roots undo, and the branch becomes...
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...
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Interview At The Ruins
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| Circle Takes The Square |