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Lyrics:
I was walking through the meadow,
Amongst the flowers and the rye
My companions feared a rain cloud,
I gladly welcomed that new sky
So I turned from my companions,
As dark clouds soaked up all the light
Then I plucked a sparkling blossom,
And day disguised itself as Night
That’s when I saw you–
Stoic, standing still in time
Like that lonesome flower
That swiftly soon became mine
In a world under one that lives
There’s a beauty there that gives to me a gift,
Just like the one above
I only fought with my own conscience,
You didn’t take me like they say
Truth hurts more than their derision,
My choice was mine alone to make
In a world under one that lives
There’s a beauty there that gives to me a gift,
Just like the one above
Though there’s comfort in that field
In the dark I feel revered
Mother, if I disappear
Please absolve me
Though there’s safety in the clear
My heart’s been trapped by your veneer
If I feel this way next year,
Please absolve me
Please absolve me
Please, please absolve me
In a world under one that lives
There’s a beauty there that gives to me a gift,
Just like the one above
Just like the one above
Just like the one above
Written by Beatrice Wood
Recorded at MFA Boston
Vocals, Guitar: Beatrice Wood
Keys: Itamar Gov-Ari
Mix: PJ Goodwin
Master: Joshua Pleeter
Videography: Mark Shur
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