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A plant called loveA plant called hate
I grew them both in my garden.The plant called love was hard work.
Behind youWindrush childpalm trees wave goodbye
above youWindrush childseabirds asking why
around youWindrush childblue water rolling by
In the beginning was the wordand the word is ours:
the names of places,the names of flowers,the name of names,words are ours.