A strange July, storm came down
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From the north and pulled out the salt
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And it tore out the leaves
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From the pear tree and my canopy
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In the twigs and the bugs of sow
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I knew somehow I was free
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I held a stone above my bones
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I was shaking
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In the blue stained glass church
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You gathered up my heart
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Soldered together all the tiny shattered parts
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I said, 'all I can see in front of me is the armpit of a crow'
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You closed the ring and opened the door
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And ran into the summer yard
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'Cause the sun's been known to shine
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On our wandering kind
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Yeah, the sun's been known to shine
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On our wandering kind
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(to shine)
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Clogging on her wooden board
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The tattooed girl took up her swords
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And plunged them down deep into the earth
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A twinkling tie filled up her eyes
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And poured out to the lawn
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A made a raft of the scraps from her skirt
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And sailed 'til dawn
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'Cause the sun's been known to shine
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On our wandering kind
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(to shine)
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Yeah, the sun's been known to shine
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On our wandering kind
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(to shine)
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Our wandering kind
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Wandering Kind
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| Laura Veirs |
