| When your love rains down just like diamonds all around
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| Strange and changing sound, transformation in the ground
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| A great and winding tree splits the Earth from sea to sea
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| And my lover comes to me, bids me follow endlessly
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| As she laughs and starts to climb through the branches and the vines
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| Through the tangle of our minds; |
| for this tree you see it grows, never-ending
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| When your love flows free, just the way it’s meant to be
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| All these chains that bind, I find I quickly leave behind
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| And all the earth below seems a thin and fleeting snow
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| And my father I concede is further up upon the tree
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| And his beard is made of bees dancing wildly in the leaves
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| And my lover says to me
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| «You must be blind if you’re to see
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| Must walk behind if you’re to lead
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| Must be in soil to the sieve, never-ending»
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| For I feel the years, like distant gears, may turn and come to rest
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| Where they dwell within my chest, let my spirit coalesce
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| Yes, and death is dressed in colors blessed, a mystery I confess I cannot see
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| When your love rains down, the sound of singing so profound
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| Fills the ground so deep like a weeping mothers sleep
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| And as a baby’s breath whispers death so none can hear
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| And I pass the ancient seer, entering the atmosphere
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| In a tree that never ends with my lover and our friends
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| Entering the black of space we replace the stars that shine, never-ending |