You're a patch of flowers
Growing wild deep inside me
Something in your eye
Mimes a marble or a diamond
Hidden underneath
Like a lost enchanted city
I don't sing of what I've left
But of things that I still carry
I'm not in the room
As my lost mind gently wanders
Thinking of my life
And the days spent as a child
I listened to cassettes
On the swing set in the backyard
Learning how to sing
By the garden and the washline
Such a lovely day
And I'm writing just to tell you
I only slipped in drowned
In the bathtub of the world
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