Known Knots
Go to the woods
Carve your hearts
In the ground
Dreams can be born
Quiet from sound
Tying truths
In known knots
Can be felt
By all hands
Carve your hearts
In the ground
Dreams can be born
Quiet from sound
Tying truths
In known knots
Can be felt
By all hands
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