| I have nothing
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| but these weathered hands
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| and I live nowhere
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| on this wild land
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| and you are royal
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| buy your head is bare
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| and something precious
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| should be placed up there
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| ooh-oh-oh
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| and the dandelions
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| will give me gold to use
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| and the deep delphiniums
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| will bring me sapphire blues
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| and the wild roses
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| will bring me ruby red
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| and the morning dew drops
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| are crystals for your head
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| and I will bind, what nature scatters
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| and I will weave, with what I’ve gathered
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| and I will tie, these things together
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| I will crown, you with whatever
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| grows prettiest
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| grows prettiest
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| and you have nothing
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| but that weathered heart
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| and you live somewhere
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| inside that wild body, majesty
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| you and your garland crown
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| magically fade away
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| into imperial ground
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| ooh-oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
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| oh-oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
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| and the dandelions
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| will show us how to die, our souls are a burst of white
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| designed to fall and fly
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| and very star above
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| will be our noble guide
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| and when we land again
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| we will grow side by side
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| and I will bind, what nature scatters
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| I will weave, with what I’ve gathered |
| and I will tie, these things together
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| I will crown, you with whatever
|
| I will bind, what nature scatters
|
| I will weave, with what I’ve gathered
|
| I will tie, these things together
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| I will crown, you with whatever
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| grows prettiest
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| grows prettiest
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| ooh-oh-oh |