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 Apr 2014 Martine Panzica
Remy
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
And I climbed to see
The world in front of me.

When the gusts came around, to ******* down
I held on it tightly as you held on me
I held on it tightly as you held on me

Here I built a house  
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
Here I built a home out of stone
This is the place where I don't feel alone
This is the place where I feel at home

I built a home
For you, for me... For everyone to see
How happy we'll be.

— The End —