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letra de t.b. - amelia bogiel

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[verse 1]
i am
a quarter of your love
one quarter more of garden’s gone
and now i miss a half
each one of them’s
a quarter of each other’s pain
and i see wilting flowers
bloom again in salty rain

i know we will all die
and lately i don’t care
but i look at their faces
and i don’t find it fair
that mothers have to die
and children have to stare
i feel that it’s alright
but don’t know the despair

[chorus 1]
i am made of stone
it all feels so wrong
everything feels artificial
oh
am i doing it wrong?
too high, too low?
even art feels artificial
[verse 2]
true blessing
to have known you at all
you blessed all five of us with love
now may god bless your soul
where are you?
i don’t know what they know
but i know when all gardens die
one big will fit us all

[chorus 2]
i’m made of stone
it all feels so wrong
everything is artificial, oh
i’m doing it wrong
i don’t pity ghosts
but i know you are missed
and that’s what matters
most

[outro]
one quarter of the garden’s gone now oranges are ripe
and wilting flowers bloom again in every sprouting life
like the oldest oak in the orchard we all gathered round
i hope you’re glad to see you all of your seeds on common
ground

- amelia bogiel

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