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			I propose a truce of light
a stick of grass upon
 the flowers to take along
 'cause if that light is out
 and our peace hopes are lost
 reveal your ties unmentioned
 to see you turn your way
 turn your way
 turn your way
 
 just suppose a new supply
 wrap your cloak ever so tight around my silence
 you may accuse what follows
 of empty grass in the breeze
 this isn't fair, isn't kind
 such stillness
 to turn your way
 turn your way
 turn your way
 
 I propose a loss of (?)
 our tree provides the shade
 our trust provides the road
 'cause what we make from nothing
 pays the bills at home
 the laws of this attraction are so bound
 to turn your way
 turn your way
 turn your way
 
 'cause if that light is on
 know that these hopes of mine
 reveal ties to me
 to see you turn your way
 turn your way
 turn your way
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