| You are a gardener
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| You cultivate my soul
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| You water thirsty vines
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| That snake along my spine
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| In case I forget to shiver
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| You are a carpenter
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| You build the scaffolding
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| Replace the windowpane
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| I see the sky again
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| As if I’ve been delivered
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| You are a fisherman
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| My weather lets you know
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| When and when not to wait
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| Your hook’s inside the bait
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| I’m wary but I swallow
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| You are a messenger
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| You bring me all the news
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| The kind that never lies
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| It’s written in my eyes
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| You beckon and it follows
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| I get to be guilty
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| You are a singer too
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| Carry me like a tune
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| I’m like a newborn child
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| I’m wrapped up for a while
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| You’re swaying like a hobo
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| You are a circus clown
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| I’ve never laughed before
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| Beneath your canopy
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| Oh say a prayer for me
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| I want this in a photo
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| So be a photographer
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| I’m dancing naked now
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| Across the maple floor
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| Above the lion’s roar
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| Your pictures will protect me
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| You must be a scientist by now
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| With rumpled midnight hair
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| You’ve studied every pore
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| And every follicle
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| Of my bewildered body
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| I get to be guilty
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| Yours is a different light
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| I like my face that way
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| The canvas of my skin
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| Serene and strange but true |