Sitting In The Garden

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Sitting In The Garden Sweet.mp3
After-Death Plan
2019
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Lyrics:  
It makes you wonder what stands correcting
In reason is a thing that stands upending
Uphill to reason. We can't attend there
We can't attend the hell Our roots are breathing
A fruit is fleeting We give the meaning
The seed reproves to need all self-sustaining
We came from this truth on thought or matter
The parting unconsumed we could consider
The seed's a bit bitter like roots in nature
I wonder at the growth it shows to gesture
Long like the oak here? Who shares your pleasure?
Did you spire like the wings and offer home there?
Do you blush before the reaper?
Do birds see color? How do they know then to gratify the sky with pattern?
I know a little. I may fly with thee
 
Sitting in the garden sweet
Drifting o'er the flowers that stale when brought to speak
Poof back, loop back, blow
 
How cold when it comes to comes to reasoning
How distance molds the seed that blooms abandoning
Sitting in the garden sweet
Drifting o'er the flowers that stale when brought to speak
Pick a flower. Crush a flower.
Sitting in the garden sweet
Drifting tip I’m brought to speak brought to speak
 
When you do not play with beauty and when you do not seek to please
all around you are sweet gardens with no air for memory
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