| The trees are hedged in darkness
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| And the sun is tucked below
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| A sky who proves its blackness
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| By the grain of my shadow
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| Dear Judy, do we know
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| The meaning of patience and of love?
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| Can a river know the meaning
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| Of patience and of love before it hits the ocean?
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| Oh Judy, the waiting is ferocious
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| Oh the lord’s faces shine upon you
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| Like the breezes you are free
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| And your grace has grown like the kudzu vines
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| That swallow all the trees
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| You are the coolest summer shadow
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| You are the gentle southern reach
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| The finest vine you’ve made yourself Judy
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| Dear Judy a fine vine you’ve made yourself
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| And when the jungle grew around me I was helpless
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| And if I couldn’t breath, ‘twas only ‘cause I was breathless
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| Oh what I’d do to have you here with me
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| Oh what I’d do to have you here with me all night long
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| Hold me close I’m coming home to you baby
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| Only time, tears us apart, and what is time really made of? |
| A flash of light
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| Hold me close I’m coming home to you baby, alright
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| Before the sun is beaten
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| Overtaken by the moon
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| Right when the summer’s heat is lifting
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| And the afternoon has cooled
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| When the violet spears of light
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| Are shooting bravely at the sky
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| When the human engine’s cooling
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| When time is passing by a little slower
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| Oh Judy, the waiting is ferocious |