You know a patch of clover
Trying to find a for leafed one
Finding one before the search is over
But then some how... they're gone
Sometimes you get more out of a four leaf clover
Than you would've ever thought
Sometimes you lose more
Than what you've got
My whole veiw has been shifted
My heart's been tilted
The wait on my shoulders has been lifted
But my clovers have wilted
Sometimes waiting is not the answer
Just live with the grace of a dancer
And dont look for a clover
Or you'll give up
Before its over
Now im as nervous as ever
I want to have this last for forever
My heart beats with every church bell
I really do hopes this ends well
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