Sorry isn't quite enough
To bring back the spring
Something else must intervene
In the heart's underground
That stirs the stones to think
They might possibly be flowers
That someday it could happen
And the dizzy flowers start
To dream that they can fly
Right up out of the darkness
Of the putrid silly heart
So spring can ravage them
With a whole new sorrow
And a whole new joy
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