| High water carried her down stream
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| She watched the water’s living things
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| She thought, it’s not a mound with six planks of wood
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| The cardinal points to hold you up
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| Or a mountain where a shed self could
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| Feed the roots and honor the tongues of the animals
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| Drift into the moss and bloat where the peat bog pulls
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| Feed the roots and honor the tongues of the animals
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| Drift into the moss and bloat where the peat bog pulls
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| Rolled like a felled tree
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| With arms as useless as such
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| Death’s panic came, a calmness stayed, you couldn’t do much
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| Just watch the water chip away at the bank eroding
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| Cut and crumbling through the spate
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| It took a father, it covered a daughter
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| Took her down, down, down
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| With the glass bottles, books, a tire
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| Collected hair tufts in the weeds
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| Snagged and wrapped in the peats
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| Dammed and trapped
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| You said, is this the ceremony?
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| I don’t know, well I don’t mind
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| The way we all fall in and roll down
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| Pushed through the veins and trafficked byes
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| And when your ears sit under
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| Head is half submerged down below
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| Pooling all accounts of peace while passed beneath the canopy glow
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| The canopy glow
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| The canopy glow
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| The canopy glow
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| The canopy glow
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| You said, is this the ceremony?
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| I don’t know, well I don’t mind
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| The way we all fall in and roll down
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| Pushed through the veins and trafficked byes
|
| And when your ears sit under
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| Head is half submerged down below
|
| Pooling all accounts of peace while passed beneath the canopy glow
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| You said, is this the ceremony?
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| I don’t know, well I don’t mind
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| The way we all fall in and roll down
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| Pushed through the veins and trafficked byes
|
| And when your ears sit under
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| Head is half submerged down below
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| Pooling all accounts of peace while passed beneath the canopy glow
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| The canopy glow
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| The canopy glow
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| The canopy glow
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| The canopy glow |