| Pine, I am calling to you
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| Aspen, I am singing to you
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| Redwood, hear this song
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| Birch-bark, weeping willow
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| And Dogwood, blooming moonlight
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| Cedar, let it fall, fall away
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| Oak, you bore my body
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| Bay, I bade you open these vessels…
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| To receive your whispers
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| Tender breath-keepers
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| Givers of life to these lungs
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| May I open my ears and
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| Surrender
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| What can you tell me
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| How can I tend you
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| How can I tend to the ones
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| Who pour life through these lungs…
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| Care for these rivers going dry
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| Bone and sorrow held as
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| Pain, drought of feeling, yet the
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| Rain can give us freedom, forest
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| Rain, but if we cut them, it goes
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| Away, help us
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| Open these vessels…
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| To receive your whispers
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| Tender breath-keepers
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| Givers of life to these lungs
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| May I open my ears and
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| Surrender
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| What can you tell me
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| How can I tend you
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| How can I tend to the ones
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| Who pour life through these lungs…
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| «We, for every one of us you’ve uprooted
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| You can soothe it by planting another
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| Of the same as the kind you’ve uprooted
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| Every ending a beginning if you choose it…
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| You can soothe it…
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| If you choose it…» |