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Rows of clover cover up A season's worth of wasted dirt Rye will tie the doe to fear The ring of cedars standing there Buckshot barrel, steady hands Plunder through the flattened land Barrels burn to ashes all Baskets stockpiled in the hall It ain’t the easy kind of healing When you're down on your knees clawing at the garden It ain't the easy kind of healing When you’re down on your knees clawing at the garden Past heirs draw the master plot Red Wings in thе pasture rot Axes, taxes, mark and bind Yiеld is rich with yellow pine Bow beside the granite mound At your heels, the steadfast hound Crawl to cracks where the light gets through Warm and golden, absolute It ain't the easy kind of healing When you're down on your knees clawing at the garden It ain't the easy kind of healing When you're down on your knees clawing at the garden From Letras Mania