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Rhododendron hold your hand your world has reached the end |
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One thing has confused the ground and every sleeping bulb is waking now |
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Are you among these dying mounds all rotten and alone? |
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All my recent memories have stopped coming around |
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The trick of the trade, a season god has made |
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A totem to the heavens, a weathered machine |
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An impostor is upon us, another bony day |
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And all my simple feelings are melting away |
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The trick of the trade, a season god has made |
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A totem to the heavens, a weathered machine |
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An impostor is upon us, another gorgeous day |
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And all my simple feelings are melting away |
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All my cherished memories are melting away |
