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fell for my pain 1

sit me upright, I've fallen

smashed to the floor


my glasses are shattered,

and I'm broken at the core 


permit me a favor

to love me, in person

to stay, by-ma side

and tell me that the soil only loves


to hum death tunes by the creeping willows 

but sing of the water near the wayside shore


and say to me,

how you're in love with this unspeakable lore


oh these roots,

these roots


how the soil is thinking about me,

how it loves me so deeply


do all of this,

and more


in order to save me from this affair with my own


for I've fallen

I've fallen for my pain of old



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