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You asked me, mother, why I only ate six seeds, then,
And I didn’t know what to say, way back when.

Why six seeds?
Because I love the places living things grow,
But I love more the home of lifeless bones.

Why six seeds?
Because I love the summer breeze,
But I love more the falling leaves.

Why six seeds?
Because I love the blue skies,
But I love more the things that died.

                        
Why six seeds?
Because I love the echoes of that distant shore,
But I love my freedom so much more.
 

Why six seeds?
Because I love you, mother,
But I love more my broken lover.