A menagerie of green is sleeping silently at ease
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If the wind hummed both our mothers' favorite hymnal song.
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And though I felt indignant 'bout the cause of the events,
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It was apparent very early I was no the cause.
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Oh fee and fie, oh foe, and then fum,
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There is a giant looming over us.
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While she wants what she wants.
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Just summer seeds planted in recklessness.
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So very very lightly on the strings of what we are,
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There is a hollow yellow yelling at the stars tonight.
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While feuding fading fury sunk in deeply to the bone
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As if they'd tried to figure out what they would like to try.
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While you and I and everyone else,
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We have no clue what we are doing here.
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But we want what we want
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And never thought that we could want too much.
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And though I speak,
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These words do not mean,
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That I have ever really had an understanding.
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Or can I try,
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To do what I like,
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And hope that there is nothing gained from this pretending.
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So I am born,
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From now till I'm gone,
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When I leave I won't be waiting on forever.
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All my life I've done what I liked,
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Though there are times that I have wanted to be better.
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(I shall be,
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All that I can see,
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Floating in and out,
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Of this life.)
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(But I have found,
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These words do not resound,
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But float among our sleeping eyelids.)
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(When night descends,
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And lays me in my bed,
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I'll turn to face the silence morning.)
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Floating In & Out
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The Snake The Cross The Crown |