What of the lake?
What of the sea?
Would they exist without you?
Would they exist without me?
Eyes born of many bones
The long road of wisdom
like a snake full of turns
creeps in this lifetime
one step at a time
I see the old garden
three trees in a row
the soil beneath them
believes this is so
Eyes born of many bones
The long road of wisdom
like a snake full of turns
creeps in this lifetime
one step at a time
I see the old garden
three trees in a row
the soil beneath them
believes this is so
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