Born a little soon, raised on too much moon
Learned to get by on leave me alone
Be the restless one, be the burning son
Then you filled your hands with oleander and
All the strippings of pride gone astray
All that secret work, all those pretty words
That still don't hold you
Now you spend your days in the dappled rays
Of his love like a fern in the shade
In a world of green no one's ever seen
And oh it holds you

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