The Seed
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The seed doesn't fall far from the tree.
Landing on ground and finding a home.
It owes it to the sun. it owes it to the dirt.
It owes it to my arms for digging a hole.
Thrives on the air, everything's there.
Knows what to do without you.
You're just a piece, a shift in the breeze
Planting yourself in your shoes...
Going underground, you'll hear different sound
Not the whirring around of finding a home.
Grows to the sun. it grows through the dirt.
It grows into my arms for digging a hole...
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