A garden doesn't grow a drop of rain

Head

And it’s that kind of rhyme

and I slip

off my chair.

Because everything I needed to hear was right there.

And it’s caught in my ears now

it’s caught in my head

it’s stolen the flattered heart,

those alive words you said =]

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