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My father's stories upon us
Filled us with his
Gospels, fertile
Taking root, taking

His change would jingle
Sacramental
Heads low
Sneaking peaks, sneaking

And the rain comes
dark and the browns begin to bite
Here you will always be me
And you will not go

There he sleeps on untamed
Dark yet discovered
His yet to be
upon, trod upon

I can't bear to hear his
Simply knowing what's to
I bear to hear your breathing
Knowing what's to come, to come

And the rain comes
It's dark and the browns to bite
you will always be behind me
And you not go away

And the rain down
It's dark and the browns begin to

And the comes down
It's dark and the browns begin to

And the comes down
It's and the browns begin to bite

Here I will be behind you
And will go away