Genevieve Taggard

Endless Circle

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The tree we lay under
The thunder, the thunder
Of my heart, and your wonder
And our weeping...

Now we are old, we are worn, we are weary of sleeping;
There's an end to all sorrow, there must be an end to our weeping:
Come with me, run with me, find with me, laughing and leaping–

The tree we lay under,
The thunder, the thunder
Of my heart, and your wonder–
And our weeping.

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