I dreamt that roses came out of your hands
and your hands were the soil of my garden
that was fertile
so fertile that everything you planted would grow
and I planted a lot of things
and you took them away and brought them back
you ran back and forth
you lifted you threw
you would spill so much lip service
and a crazy mania to tell me that you love me
I was just trying to know if it was true
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and your hands were the soil of my garden
that was fertile
so fertile that everything you planted would grow
and I planted a lot of things
and you took them away and brought them back
you ran back and forth
you lifted you threw
you would spill so much lip service
and a crazy mania to tell me that you love me
I was just trying to know if it was true
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