| The rain fell soft on the green and distant fields
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| I saw you run to the shelter of the trees
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| I stood alone with weeds and broken brick
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| My pale fingers curled around blades of autumn grass
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| I heard your feet crack earth and branch, but you were covered by the rain
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| I shouted out and called your name, but you were hiding in the trees
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| Days in the trees
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| You rubbed the sleep from my tired eyes
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| And let the real taste of God
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| Change the colour of my thoughts
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| I was draining the heaven
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| From the warmth of your breast
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| Lighting fire on the stone
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| I tore at the seams of my smooth and laundered clothes
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| And ran to the trees, racing naked against the day
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| I heard your feet crack earth and branch, but you were covered by the rain
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| I shouted out and called your name, but you were hiding in the trees
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| Days in the trees
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| The ascent to your heaven
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| Spending days in the trees
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| I can’t stand them laughing at us |