golden apple, wooden sword
lion wreathed in evergreen
ballet of frozen forms
leaping, turning, on their string

palominos and green minnows
leap over white wave
traverse the turned page
resting lightly on your knee

people slowly stroll past
they see your face when it's tilted back
back to the sunlight: the story of my life

these are the seeds that blow
randomly grow on paths thought cold

the wind shifts and the sun hits

people slowly stroll past
they see your face when it's tilted back
green sea, blue sky: the story of your life



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Wooden Sword song meanings
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