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dig in the ground, not looking for blue sky but for the silver dollar that lays buried there my hands older by ten or so years then when i planted it it's a token, a rusty metaphor to put in your hands so i can show you but this garden's only rich with seeds and roots so coin poor what do you want? i ask cos i can take everything, everything and give it to you what can i say? i ask i'll take all the words and all the notes, all the notes they're all for you these perfect props are not what i'm looking for 'cause nothing is harmless anymore 'cause every adjective comes with opposites i kept it so i could be kept |