My Garden

Daydreaming of daylight cravings time
Night by frozen blight
Tired of the cold shoulder
Old man

Want to dig deep back into 
The Terra beneath the feet
Of my sunniest side on the hill
And plant a cream seed plot

It's almost time to release
The binds of winter's cold grip
For soon you will find
I will be at peace and combined
With the labor of love I call
My garden

I remember when, yeah. I swore I knew everything, oh yeah.
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