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The path we walked was cracked and worn
The sting I felt was like a thorn
But weeks went by like falling leaves
And time grew gentle like the breeze
The heavy hours will slowly pass
The sharpest part will blunt at last
The worn-out threads will mend with care
The tender spots will learn to share
The rain has made the fields so green
The air is crisp and fresh and clean
I feel the tired knot come loose
I breathe and let a new day through
The rain has made the fields so green
The air is crisp and fresh and clean
The noise inside is turning low
I smile at things I used to know
The heavy hours will slowly pass
The sharpest part will blunt at last
The worn-out threads will mend with care
The tender spots will learn to share
The rain has made the fields so green
The air is crisp and fresh and clean
I feel the tired knot come loose
I breathe and let a new day through
The rain has made the fields so green
The air is crisp and fresh and clean
The noise inside is turning low
I smile at things I used to know
