| He was throwing grain to the ground below, ground below
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| With dreary circles of his arm, going slow, very slow
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| His cap pulled down roun' his ears to
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| Hide the smile and watery tears
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| My loving life is so wonderful
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| How small seeds gracefully to grow
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| Into beautiful things that spring from these rows
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| With their musical names and musical sound
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| Dreary birds parade across the dreary sky, down below
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| The woman absent mindedly begins to sow, how she sows the
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| Seeds her husband loved so much, but he’s no longer
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| Here with us
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| But her life is so beautiful
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| As memories continue to grow
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| Into beautiful things that spring from these rows
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| With their musical names and musical sounds
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| Beautiful things that spring from these rows
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| With their musical names and musical sounds, and musical sounds
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| (Husband speaking)
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| Distant tho I am
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| Orange, gold, and green
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| Firing, flaming, colors surround me
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| (Wife)
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| I’m always wondering where you are?
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| I’m always wondering where you are?
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| (Husband)
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| Darling shouldn’t I be the one
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| Wondering after all I am the one who is gone
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| (wife)
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| I’m always wondering where you are
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| I’m always wondering where you are
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| (husband)
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| Darling shouldn’t I be the one
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| Wondering after all I am the one who is gone
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| (wife)
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| I’m always wondering
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| (husband)
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| I’m the one… who is gone
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| I’m the one… who is gone
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| Who is gone
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| But, there’s beautiful things that spring from these rows
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| With their musical names, and musical sounds
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| There’s beautiful things that spring from these rows
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| With their musical names, and musical sounds
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| And musical sounds |