| In the shadows that she paints
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| Lie the stories she can’t tell
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| But the trees she lights on fire
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| And the colors cast a spell
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| All the waiting it’s been hard
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| She picks at the food on her plate
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| There’s so much that he could give
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| There’s so much that he could take
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| All her life she’s looked up to the clouds
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| For the rain to fall, break up this fallow ground
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| One day soon she will be loved
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| It’s written deep within her fate
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| And every generation gone
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| Will gather round to celebrate
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| From mouth to mouth will come the words
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| Ear to ear and face to face
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| From the hands down in the hurt
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| And in her intensive grace
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| She will raise the windows high
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| Let the light come streaming in
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| And though the wind will burn her eyes
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| She will learn to breathe again
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| All her life she’s looked up to the clouds
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| For the rain to fall, break up this fallow ground
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| For the rain to fall, break up this fallow ground |