| Eyes to sun, she lays in peace
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| Eyes bear complacence
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| Brown, the meadow grows tall to the sun
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| Seasons have come, they have gone
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| Buried in dirt, her torso lays
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| One limb dangles
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| Brown, the meadow grows tall to the sun
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| Seasons have come, they have gone
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| Please take me back to my healing home
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| Please take me back to my toy box
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| Ours, not for their own
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| Eyes to sun, she lays in peace
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| Eyes bear complacence
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| Brown, the meadow grows tall to the sun
|
| Seasons have come, they have gone
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| Please take me back to my healing home
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| Please take me back to my toy box
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| Please take me back to my little girl’s hand
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| Please take me back to my toy box
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| Yeah, ours, not for their own
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| Ours, not for the old
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| Buried in dirt, her torso lays
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| One limb dangles
|
| Brown, the meadow grows tall to the sun
|
| Seasons have come, they have gone
|
| Please take me back to my healing home
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| Please take me back to my toy box
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| Please take me back to this little girl’s hand
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| Please take me back to my toy box
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| Ours, not for their own
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| Ours, not for the old |