Near a Garden

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Near a little garden 

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flowers wild grasses

  
A 

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body’s in the casket,

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 milk is in the carton

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Coffee’s on the brew and 

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cars quietly pass

  
as 

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people hear from last re

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spects, collective view.

  
The 

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face of the deceased all 

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emptied of emotion

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waiting for distortions 

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of it’s perfect features.

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In a little clearing 

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where they’ll put the coffin

  
and the

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n shuffle off and 

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afternoon is nearing

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You were once a

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live, b

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ody then you d

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ied.

  
I’ll sing your name with my ins

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trument

  
but 

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one day it will leave my ha

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nd.

  
I’m 

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skipping like a stone just a 

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couple skips then gone

  
to the 

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bottom of a pond where 

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sun can never go and

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resting at the bottom 

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who knows what I’ll find there

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no one can divine where 

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friends go when we’ve lost them

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movie on the plane home said “

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life is for the living”

  
as 

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I sat slowly living, 

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paralysed with boredom

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flying through the thin air 

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skimming over cities

  
and 

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isn’t it a pity 

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why we can’t grow old there.

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Doesn’t it feel 

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strange 

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to wait on this 

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change?

  
Well the pilot tips his 

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instruments knowing

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one day they will rust upon 

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land