Oh little seed
Oh dying root
Oh tender leaves
Oh silver
Lift your head, my darling one,
You were not built to die.
I'll melt the frost enclosing you,
alive with open eyes.
I won't break you,
I won't burn you,
And I know that you are tired.
I'll open your mouth so that you can drink,
so that you can sing again.
I'll open your mouth so you can sing again,
so you can sing again with me:
We are standing in the sun,
And there is nothing light can't touch!
I am alive!

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