Strength like a stone, a texture you know And sewn in your children's quilts you made Can you be meek, lowered and weak Possibly tired as to see Her eyes upon you under blue leaves at night And what will you do with your new kind of sight? Cluttered asides and marginal lines Home to the closest jewels you owned Strength like a stone, a pressure you've known Better than footsteps leading home And eyes wanting you under blue leaves at night But you never knew until they sank out of sight
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