I planted seeds in a vegetable garden
I had sowed rye in a faded field
The seeds in the sun were dried
And rye in the same way never grew
It wasn't the season or not the place, who knows
It doesn't matter because deep down, I tried
I made an olive treehouse
The ground was sand and I liked it
Then the roof and then the bases crumpled
Spread out on the sand, the broken house
It wasn't the season or not the place, who knows
It doesn't matter because deep down, I tried
We're smoldering projects, bridges, plans
We incubate verses and children
I have won sometimes and lost often
The one who does not fail is not alive
It wasn't the season or not the place, who knows
It doesn't matter because deep down, I tried
It wasn't the season, no, or not the place, who knows
It doesn't matter because deep down
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If what has been sown has not always grown
What has been sown is not lost
If what has been sown has not always grown