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A stick, a
stone,
It's the end of
the road,
It's the rest
of a stump,
It's a little
alone
It's a sliver
of glass,
It is life,
it's the sun,
It is night, it
is death,
It's a trap,
it's a gun
The oak when it
blooms,
A fox in the
brush,
A knot in the
wood,
The song of a
thrush
The wood of the
wind,
A cliff, a
fall,
A scratch, a
lump,
It is nothing
at all
It's the wind
blowing free,
It's the end of
the slope,
It's a beam,
it's a void,
It's a hunch,
it's a hope
And the river
bank talks
of the waters
of March,
It's the end of
the strain,
The joy in your
heart
The foot, the
ground,
The flesh and
the bone,
The beat of the
road,
A slingshot's
stone
A fish, a
flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of a
bow
The bed of the
well,
The end of the
line,
The dismay in
the face,
It's a loss,
it's a find
A spear, a
spike,
A point, a
nail,
A drip, a drop,
The end of the
tale
A truckload of
bricks
in the soft
morning light,
The shot of a
gun
in the dead of
the night
A mile, a must,
A thrust, a
bump,
It's a girl,
it's a rhyme,
It's a cold,
it's the mumps
The plan of the
house,
The body in
bed,
And the car
that got stuck,
It's the mud,
it's the mud
Afloat, adrift,
A flight, a
wing,
A hawk, a
quail,
The promise of
spring
And the
riverbank talks
of the waters
of March,
It's the
promise of life
It's the joy in
your heart
A stick, a
stone,
It's the end of
the road
It's the rest
of a stump,
It's a little
alone
A snake, a
stick,
It is John, it
is Joe,
It's a thorn in
your hand
and a cut in
your toe
A point, a
grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a
buzzard,
A sudden stroke
of night
A pin, a
needle,
A sting, a
pain,
A snail, a
riddle,
A wasp, a stain
A pass in the
mountains,
A horse and a
mule,
In the distance
the shelves
rode three
shadows of blue
And the
riverbank talks
of the waters
of March,
It's the
promise of life
in your heart,
in your heart
A stick, a
stone,
The end of the
road,
The rest of a
stump,
A lonesome road
A sliver of
glass,
A life, the
sun,
A knife, a
death,
The end of the
run
And the
riverbank talks
of the waters
of March,
It's the end of
all strain,
It's the joy in
your heart.
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