| Winter’s branch stands deceived
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| Earth communing on her leaves
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| Waiting to be like something else
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| Ray of sun struck the floor
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| Hands made puppets on your door
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| Reaching to be like someone else
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| And I hear
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| That the walls are crumbling in
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| I revere
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| That you are still waiting
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| Have I taken you for granted?
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| Beside me, always beside me
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| Beside me, always beside me
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| There will grow in me a place
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| Garden of the things you say
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| To wait and be okay with myself
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| Against the black midnight hour
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| Built in me a quiet power
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| To wait and be okay with myself
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| And I hear
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| That the walls are crumbling in
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| I revere
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| That you are still waiting
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| And I hear
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| That the walls are crumbling in
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| I revere
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| That you are still waiting
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| Have I taken you for granted?
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| Beside me, always beside me
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| Beside me, always beside me
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| Beside me, always beside me
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| Beside me, always beside me |