Here we come to a turning of the season
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Witness to the arc towards the sun
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A neighbor's blessed burden within reason
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Becomes a burden borne of all in one
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And nobody, nobody knows
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Let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
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Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
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We are all our hands and holders
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Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
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And this I swear to all!
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A monument to build beneath the arbors
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Upon a plinth that towers t'wards the trees
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Let every vessel pitching hard to starboard
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Lay its head on summer's freckled knees
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And nobody, nobody knows
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Let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
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Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
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We are all our hands and holders
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Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
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And this I swear to all!
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A there a wreath of trillium and ivy
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Laid upon the body of a boy
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Lazy will the loam come from its hiding
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And return this quiet searcher to the soil
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So raise a glass to turnings of the season
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And watch it as it arcs towards the sun
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And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason
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And your labors will be born when all is done
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And nobody, nobody knows
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Let the yoke fall from our shoulders,
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Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
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We are all our hands and holders
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Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
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And this I swear to all!
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And this I swear to all!
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Don't Carry It All
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The Decemberists |