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[marshy_penguin]

your coat's on the chair, socks on the floor
robe yourself and close the door
i'll tissue-dry these tears from my face
as you're ambling down and out of this place

i hope i don't see you through these blinds
'cause i'll chase after you 'til the end of time
and when my breath is spent i'll surely return
to this old plot of dirt where i learned

of love lost
love found
and a hidden love
growing in the ground

and these hours spent digging wear me out
the cold that's coming i could do without
november sky will freeze the ground from above
shovel, dig faster, you're digging for love

but the dirt just keeps piling high
into mountains climbing towards gray sky
but with this time and all these splinters
i couldn't find love before the winter

so the sky leaks snow
white shines the ground
just teasing my nose
and hiding her sound

so my search is severly shortend by the cold
the ground is covered and i'm getting old
but seedling love is lying under the snow
now when spring comes I hope she'll grow