St-Germaine from Last Whirlpool by Santah

Oh sometime last winter I planted a seed
But the ground was a glitter and littered with weeds
Felt strange to endanger the fruit on the plain
So I poured out a bottle of sweet St-Germaine

When I left on your birthday you were as still as the earth
Frozen in monotone, frozen in monotone
Though your eyes are still fizzy and float like champagne
I still owe you a bottle of sweet St-Germaine

Sometime this winter I planted a seed
And when the sun came I pulled all the weeds
Though nothing would grow except for one that contained
Vines full of bottles of sweet St-Germaine

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