I never meant to witherI wanted to be talllike a fool left the riverand watched my branches fallold and thirsty I longed for the flood to come back aroundto the cactus in the valley,that's about to crumble downand wipe the mark of sadness from my faceshow me that your love will never changeif my yesterday is a disgracetell me that you still recall my name
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