Hide those petals underneath that bedroom floorboard,
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And they will whither 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 decent,
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So polite and patient at first,
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But the only truth is changed,
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Every hundred years, a single breath and then it's over.
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So pretty 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,
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Of it's humble breath.
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From the branch a murmur,
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From the ruins that grow softly as the roots undo.
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Intro (As The Roots Undo)
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| Circle Takes The Square |