I must plant things,
Like words that sing,
And flowers that make,
Senses spring,
It is that way,
That I can know,
I'm still alive,
And want to go,
To higher places,
Where to grow,
Things that can flower,
In the rain,
To help our lives,
Feel less in vain,
And as we grow,
Feel less life's pain.
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