Fig tree
I cant figure out
Your roots firmly planted
In the ground
All flesh runs with blood
Men bird hound
My flesh like bark
My skin crawls
Oh, fig tree
Fingering
Life in a pool of
Curdled water
I cant figure out
Your roots firmly planted
In the ground
All flesh runs with blood
Men bird hound
My flesh like bark
My skin crawls
Oh, fig tree
Fingering
Life in a pool of
Curdled water
Fig tree pace
Around my way
There is not a needle
In my hay
Let me go,
Don´t hesitate
Let me go
Away
Poem by carol batton and some words. then, ent bed:
Stony bed
To keep you awake
Stony bed
To save you from sleep
Soon morning shall come and
We shall meet
To mourn our lives and
Climb the
Steep
Steps of the
Stony bed.
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