Springtime in the country
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Each time, I'm shocked by the light
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The world lying fallow
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And you are apart from me
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Everything in my vision is movement and life
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Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley
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Springtime in the country
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I can smell summer on its breath
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Low and harrowed lie the fields and the heart of me
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Everything in my vision, departure and death
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Riverboat, wheelbarrow, wildflower and barley
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(The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
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(Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
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(The diggers are digging the earth)
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Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
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(I feel as) useful as dirt
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Put my body to work
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Mmh (ooh), mmh (ooh)
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Springtime in the city
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The canal banks are empty again
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The grass crying out to be heated by bodies
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The streets for the laughter of young women and men
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Canal boat and trolley
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Wildflower and barley
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(The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
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(Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
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(The diggers are digging the earth)
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Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
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(I feel as) useful as dirt
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Unreal unearth
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(The healers) this year, I swear it will be buried in actions
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(Are healing) this year, I swear it will be buried in words
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(The diggers are digging the earth)
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Some close to the surface, some close to the casket
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(I feel as) useful as dirt
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Put my body to work
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Mmh (ooh), mmh (ooh)
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Springtime from my window
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Another month has not much longer now
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The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening
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With all things God allows remain above ground
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Like grief and sweet memory
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Wildflower and barley
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