The story began from clay
Woven into a tree
The end of the world unfolds
From the heart of an apple seed
In all of the lives we've lived
And every life to be
The singular guarantee
Leaves must fall from the tree
Roots grow beneath the ground
Leaves change from green to brown
Hand over hand you climb
Light out, you're losing time
Climb high enough to see
The waste of the years
You climbed into heaven slow
Ended back where you started from
All of the lights within
Every life to be
A singular guarantee
Leaves must fall from the tree
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