Come with me to the meadowed hills my heart,
And rest.
Your sorrow is fatigue of soul.
Many things don't matter - but you don’t know.
Lay down, my heart.
You need not harden against this world.
Let the soft winds tickle.
Let the earth breathe for you.
Let your cares drain like rain.
You are earth
Stay until you know it in your soil.
And rest.
Your sorrow is fatigue of soul.
Many things don't matter - but you don’t know.
Lay down, my heart.
You need not harden against this world.
Let the soft winds tickle.
Let the earth breathe for you.
Let your cares drain like rain.
You are earth
Stay until you know it in your soil.
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