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 gun
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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 wood of the wind, the steps in the hall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
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A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, it's the end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
A 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
It's the car that got stuck
It's the mud, it's the mud
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And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
Afloat, adrift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail
The promise of spring
The bed of the well
The end of the line
The dismay in your face
It's a loss, it's a find
A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toe
Well the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
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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 stick, a stone
The end of the load
The rest of a stump
A lonesome road
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of despair
It's the joy in your heart
It's the joy in your heart
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The foot, the ground
A stick, a stone
It's a hunch, it's a hope