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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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