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A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road |
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It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone |
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It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun |
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It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun |
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The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush |
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The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush |
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The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall |
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A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all |
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It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope |
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It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope |
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And the river bank talks of the waters of March |
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It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart |
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The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone |
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The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone |
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A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light |
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A shot of a gun in the dead of the night |
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A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump, |
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It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps |
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The plan of the house, the body in bed |
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And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud |
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A float, a drift, a flight, a wing |
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A hawk, a quail, oh, the promise of spring |
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And the river bank talks of the waters of March |
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It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart (repeat) |
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A point, a grain, a bee, a bite |
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A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night |
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A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain |
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A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain |
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A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe |
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A fish, a flash, a silvery glow |
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The bed of the well, the end of the line |
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The dismay on the face, it's a loss, it's a find |
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A spear, a spike, a point, a nail |
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A drip, drip, drip, drop, the end of the day |
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And the river bank talks of the waters of March |
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It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart (repeat) |
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,the end of the road,a little alone |
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A sliver of glass, a life, the sun |
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A knife, a death, the end of the run |
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And the river bank talks of the waters of March |
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It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart |
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And the river bank talks of the waters of March |
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It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart |
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The waters of March, |
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And the river bank talks of the waters of March |
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It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart |
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The waters of March |
