| We sowed our seeds
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| Watered with tears
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| Waiting for signs of growth
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| Took months of days
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| And then took years.
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| We took our steps
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| We took our falls
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| Somewhere along the way
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| We just got lost
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| And we lost it all.
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| Nothing ventured nothing gained
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| The risk of living is the pain
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| And what will be will be anyway
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| Oh, it’s better not to know
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| The way it’s gonna go
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| What will die and what will grow
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| It’s better not to know
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| Those tiny stems became these trees
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| With dirt and storms
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| And sun and air to breathe
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| Like you and me
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| And some fell down
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| And some grew tall
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| And those surviving twenty winter thaws
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| Have the sweetest fruit of all
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| But innocence and planting day
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| Are both long gone
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| So much has changed
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| And if we got to do it all again …
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| Oh it’s better not to know… |