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Waters of March - Art Garfunkel
作曲:Antonio Carlos Jobim
A stick a stone its the end of the road
Its the rest of a stump its a little alone
Its a sliver of glass it is life its the sun
It is night it is death its a trap its a gun
The oak when it blooms a fox in the brush
The nod of the wood the song of a thrush
The wood of the wing a cliff a fall
A scratch a lump it is nothing at all
Its the wind blowing free its the end of a slope
Its a bean its a void its a hunch its a hope
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
Its the end of the strain its the joy in your heart
The foot the ground the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road a sling shot stone
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night
A mile a must a thrust a bump
Its a girl its a rhyme its a cold its the mumps
The plan of the house the body in bed
And the car that got stuck its the mud its the mud
Afloat adrift a flight a wing
A cock a quail the promise of spring
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
Its the promise of life its the joy in your heart
A point a grain a bee a bite
A blink a buzzard a sudden stroke of night
A pin a needle a sting a pain
A snail a riddle a wasp a stain
A snake a stick it is John it is Joe
A fish a flash a silvery glow
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
Its the promise of life in your heart in your heart
A stick a stone the end of the load
The rest of a stump a lonesome road
A sliver of glass a life the sun
A night a death the end of the run
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March
Its the end of all strain its the joy in your heart
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