I want to lay my head to rest
Amongst the weeping willows
Safe from harm my arms across my chest
While mother's sheeting billows
If I'd known that it would come to this
I'd never have run my mouth
And pack my things and turn 18
And clear my closet out
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Stretch my body out on the moss
And sink into the softness
Forming bonds with dancing moths
Sweeping my sacred fortress
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