all hail the swelling sun
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as acid seeps and autumn bleeds
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and the glowing has just begun
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every winter time is kindly now
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the ground is sprouting out
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i got my shirt off and my face up against
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the ground
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and i found the key
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underneath the leaves
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i was complete
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all hail the swelling sun
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nikki i'm coming down i'm coming down
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on everyone
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i shut my eyes and i see patterns of things:
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grids of baby toys and flying drones
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upspeakable fiends
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and i found the key
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underneath the leaves
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i was set free
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and i found the key
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underneath the leaves
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i was complete
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Underneath The Leaves
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| John Vanderslice |
