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Into this garden you don't belong
Tearing stresses and defects
Don't take my parsley or my sage or my oregano

This is not your thyme

Cyclonic winds, droughts or floods
Herbs grow but not in poison
The healing action, the colour, song
They are all flying south now
Into this garden you don't belong    Tearing stresses and defects    Don't take my parsley or my sage or my oregano       This is not your thyme       Cyclonic winds, droughts or floods    Herbs grow but not in poison    The healing action, the colour, song    They are all flying south now