Of Raymond

I have stood here in this garden
 Where you placed me in the spring
 I have held my arms gracefully from my side
 A dog dish and an Afro pick
 You laid beside me as a trick of compassion
 That comes through the night
 In fields of green, in field of straw
 There ain't no telling what we saw
 As we stand together on this hill
 I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme
 As furniture with glass upon my head
 You paint me white, you clean me off
 You say my name each time you cough
 It's a pattern as old as it gets
 I'll stay right here 'til you get back
 You're concrete white, I'm plastic black
 I'm the statue of the Virgin Mary
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 I am free from all decisions
 I am free from all despair
 You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face
 Looks pretty good from where I stand
 No crying fields, no sins of man
 All for the love of Raymond
 All for the love of Raymond