I am anchored to this spot
You swirl a sea around me
I hold true, the tightest knot
I have rocks in my dress pocket
Roots grow from my feet
You blow a storm around me
I dance, my life complete
I have rocks in my dress pocket
And a seed in my left hand
You pat the dirt around me
I am warm beneath the sand
I have rocks in my dress pocket
You say that they're for me
I cradle you gently in my arms
We count them, "1, 2, 3"
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