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“Rest in the hands of your garden
From which we will rise
Before we fall again
And in the hands of your garden
And the flowers will bloom
And it will make sense to you
And in the hands of your garden
And I wish this for you
And in the hands that we prayed
And in the ones that would stay
Still, the bottom is comforting
But I can’t see the night time stars
So I wish
For what I’ve never had
The freedom of land
And walking plans”
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