Every year I buy a plant
And dig it in the soil,
Then I cherish it, love it, all
Until it has withered and gone.
A plant that stands and grows real tall
Is the type I like,
But when winter comes again
It couldn't care for life.
I am left alone like a sabbat in the sun.
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 3:05 AM UTC
Every year I buy a plant
And dig it in the soil,
Then I cherish it, love it, all
Until it has withered and gone.
A plant that stands and grows real tall
Is the type I like,
But when winter comes again
It couldn't care for life.
I am left alone like a sabbat in the sun.
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