You whose roots entwined with mine
Are torn away and thus I pine
I need your balance or I fall
In the night I hear your call .
each single.root will bear a wound .
The green blood weeps into the ground
Green blood
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You whose roots entwined with mine
Are torn away and thus I pine
I need your balance or I fall
In the night I hear your call .
each single.root will bear a wound .
The green blood weeps into the ground
How my heart sings 