.(B. Walkenhorst)
I want to grow old with her>
To have our children come
And find us face down on the hill
Listening to the hum
I want to grow wise with her>
Truth pounded into bone
The sound of lies dies like white noise
Listen to the hum
I want to grow gardens with.
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