When the shadow hits the pavement
from the flap of distant wings,
And darkness comes from tunes
we never figured we'd get to sing,
that when the breath of the trees will blow
telling the secrets we've come here to know.
And those old stories come true
About rain faliing a test
We'll prove the truth in theory
in the weakness of our nest,
That when the grass well blow and shiver,
is when we find our hearts quiver.
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