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Grass

When we were finally big enough we took our shoes
The painted kids room door fell shut behind us
Father gave us his coat and his blue hat
Mother gave us her tears and made us a sugar bread
 
[chorus:]
The grass is always growing again, wild and high and green
Until the scythes without hate draw their circles
The grass is always growing again, clasping all the wounds shut
Sometimes strong and sometimes pale, like me and you
 
When we were finally old enough we stuffed them into the closet
The much too often patched-up wings and God said 'Thank God'
And at night this city shuts the hatches above us
And whoever has his head up too high won't find his rest
 
[chorus]
 
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