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Hedge by mike bullock A hedge is good for hiding things You don't want folk to see Untidy grass and rampant weeds A gardening misery In the darkness of your patch Nothing ever grows Decline of dreams abandoned there A perfect place to doze. It's time you cut that foliage down And let the sun shine in Revealing hopes that you once had Before you choked on sin He's waiting for your outstretched hand To intertwine with His Together you can face this world Oh wouldn't that be bliss. |
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