Sow the seed, see the light, for the Spring to receive
Look to sky, to the field, in the back of your mind
Tragically, instantly, joyfully you will be
Thrown from your home, yellow walls, yellow sun
Without life, without death, without thought
Are the colors really coming through you?
So tragically, instantly, joyfully
But they never really understood you
No they never really understood you
The debris of the leaves, push the paint, paint the trees
Grow from the soil, from the wind, from the storm in your mind
Sow the seed, see the light, for the Spring to receive
You, fitfully, magically, instantly
Without life, without death, without thought
Are the colors really coming through you?
So tragically, instantly, joyfully
But they never really understood you
No they never really understood you
You, fitfully, magically, instantly

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