from the Wicked Children’s Book of Nursery Rhymes

I grew from the touch of weeds and wood
I grew from the taste of ripe red blood
I grew from the sound of boots in mud
I grew and I grew from where you stood

You fell and they left and went away
You fell and they left and went away
You fell and they left and went away
But I stayed with you throughout the day

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