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All your words climb
Behind my dirty mind
All the trees in my mind
They leave leaves on the stream
Summer is a breeze
But winter a thief
All the people in my dreams
They are you and they are me
I picture your heart
On a stick in the yard
And then I come to see
If your heart has dried out
It's beating and alive
The sun has to oblige
It can never manage to
Dry your heart out