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The sun is out The light is good The grass is soft The ground is wood Your hand is still You said it would You said it would Nothing is coming Nothing is gone Nothing left to wait upon Never took a yard of ground she knows Never left the field where black grass grows She is running still She is running still Never took a yard of ground she knows Never left the field where black grass grows The sun was out The light was good The grass was soft The ground was wood Your hand was still You said it would You said it would Nothing is coming Nothing is gone Nothing left to wait upon Never took a yard, never took a breath Never came to grass, never came to rest She was running still She was running still Never took a year off the years she had Never had a year that she doesn't have Not the past Not the gone Not the dead All of it here All of it now All of it stays You're the one that moves Sun out Light good Grass soft Ground wood Hand still You said it would You said it would Something in the field is running deep Something in the field that the field can't keep You are running still You are running still Every yard of ground is ground she knows Every field is full where black grass grows She is running still Running still Running still