| Nurtured by the spirits of the wilderness
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| The only mother we have left
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| She is the web in the willow hoop
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| Like feathers, we just hang in the air
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| Open arms to a mother’s gift
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| Electric sensations pulsating through our ribs
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| Breathing life into our dreams while nightmares wear
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| Wear down the dancing lines of her woven web
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| Hanging beneath the nightmare, we fall apart
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| Hoping you’ll call our names, sweet voice we’ll follow
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| In trying to preserve you, we fall apart
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| We fall apart, restore youth
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| Ghost of the willow trees
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| The oak, the pines, the bowing mountain peaks
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| Bring forth the solace of your breeze
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| Open arms to a mother’s gift
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| Electric sensations pulsating through our ribs
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| Breathing life into our dreams
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| The weight of man is crushing me
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| The weight of man is crushing me
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| Bring forth the solace of your breeze
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| From looming pines, through ocean seas
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| Oh, Mother, I am breaking down
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| Oh, Mother, I call to you
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| Ghost of the willows
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| The weight of man is crushing me
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| I am falling apart
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| Broken into someone less than who I’m meant to be
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| I am lost
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| I am lost
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| Bring forth the solace of your breeze
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| From looming pines, through the ocean seas
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| Breathe life into these stagnant feet
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| Restore the man that I’m meant to be
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| Hanging beneath the nightmare, we fall apart
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| Hoping you’ll call our names, sweet voice we’ll follow
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| In trying to preserve you, we fall apart
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| We fall apart, restore youth
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| Hanging beneath the nightmare, we fall apart
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| Hoping you’ll call our names, sweet voice we’ll follow
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| In trying to preserve you, we fall apart
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| We fall apart, restore youth |