There’s nothing to worry about:
Say it twice
It means nothing
Whatever it takes
For generations who couldn’t cry
For those who could
What do the mounting sorrows mean?
That’s what raises the grass
What gives scent to the animals
And flight to the birds
That’s what calls my soul
Forward and back

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