| Evergreen becomes me
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| Resistant child grown of wood and branch
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| Despondent, lost in flux
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| Distort the images of who I am
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| Searching for fire, I felt the fall pulling me back again
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| As seasons changed, I spun the Earth
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| My hands felt full of stone and hardened
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| Time left, construct of all our fears
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| Time left, it becomes the catalyst for failure
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| I’ll miss the winter ways
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| The frost plumes breathing loud within
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| Sound and shake that kept the glow
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| A passion beaming from our eyes
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| And at the end I gave all of me to you
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| Shed skin and felt alive
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| So send your waters tonight
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| And wash the memories away
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| Nothing looked the same when
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| The ice dripped down my eyes
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| Gaze against a reflection of myself
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| Now worn and winded, vitals keep me trudging on
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| Made of wood, branch breaking while I grow
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| Gaze against from roots to roads
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| Beside a shadow laid frayed and waiting
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| One day I’ll look back, following along, retracing
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| Beside a shadow laid frayed and waiting
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| Outstretched arms to bring me home
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| Stare back from the Evergreen
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| Rest my bones
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| Bring me home, under the night rest my bones
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| Shadows balance on worlds
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| Under the night, into the abyss
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| Bring me home, under the night rest my bones
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| Shadows balance on worlds
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| Under the night, into the abyss |