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I planted some treesThey were so fragile they snapped in the breezeSaid, prove me wrongCome back in the summer when the freeze is goneSo I tossed out some seedsOver my shoulder in the careless breezeIf I could find a careless breezeSo I called the department of forseeable outcomesThey said "You should've known better."I said "Yeah, but I moved here for the weather."I've held on tight, crooked hearts don't beat rightI've blistered hands in the furnace, love, and I'd do it againIf I thought I could set yours towards mineBut I have seen the days of my quite lifePut subside for the church and I don't see whyYou'll bury them in so deeplyDon't bury them so deeplyDon't bury them From Letras Mania