Weeding
Weeding
When weeds grow on love
We spend time weeding not loving
And before we realize the rains are gone
The land is dry and the love is dying.
When love grows on weed
We spend time loving not weeding
And before we realize the rains are back
The weed is gone and the love is thriving .
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