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I have stood here in this garden
Where you placed me in the spring
I have held my arms gracefully from my side

A dog dish and an Afro pick
You laid beside me as a trick
Of compassion that comes through the night

In fields of green, in field of straw
There ain't no telling what we saw
As we stand together on this hill

I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme
As furniture with glass upon my head
You paint me white, you clean me off
You say my name each time you cough

I'll stay right here till you get back
You're concrete white, I'm plastic black
I'm the statue of the Virgin Mary

I am free from all decisions
I am free from all despair
You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face

Looks pretty good from where I stand
No crying fields, no sins of man
All for the love of Raymond
All for the love of Raymond

I have stood here in this garden
Where you placed me in the spring
I have held my arms gracefully from my side