| My age is my condition
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| My love is my intent
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| I’ll paint time with ageless love
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| Or forget what came and went
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| For a well full of content
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| There’s a space in the heavens
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| There’s a lack of fine dining gone to work on my art
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| There’s a flavour of fullness
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| There’s an empty retreat
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| And the restaurant buffet is an all I can eat
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| My age is my condition
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| My love is my intent
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| I’ll paint time with ageless love
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| Or forget what came and went
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| For a well full of content
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| Hard work to get up
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| Too quick to get down
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| While love, food, and money
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| Do all the trade in this town
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| With eyes looking hollow
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| And my bones are still white
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| I haven’t the patience to stay out tonight
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| My age is my condition
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| My love is my intent
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| I’ll paint time with ageless love
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| Or forget what came and went
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| For a well full of content
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| Stuck with thoughts of the buttercups
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| And the bees that do naught
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| But suck on the yellow as nature has taught
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| I’ll suck on the colors that I find in the sea
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| The blues and the greens, they don’t bother me
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| My age is my condition
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| My love is my intent
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| I’ll paint time with ageless love
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| Or forget what came and went
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| For a well full of content
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| My soul is with the trees
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| It’s in the sap that fills the wood
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| It’s in the rings that tell her age
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| It’s in the smoke that marks the day
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| It’s in the fire in my heart
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| It’s in the embers in the soot
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| It’s in the place I put the ash
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| It’s in the soil it’s in the grass
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| It’s in the miles of all the herd
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| It’s in the beetles and the birds
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| It’s in the feathers that I found one morning lying on the ground
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| It’s hallelujah and oh
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| It’s where I’ve been and where I go
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| It’s with the people that I meet
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| It’s kneeling silent at their feet
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| It’s ever dutifully yours, it stems my pride
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| It opens doors
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| My age is my condition
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| My love is my intent
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| I’ll paint time with ageless love
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| Or forget what came and went
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| For a well full of content
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| Colors at dawn swallow me, colors at night set me free |