"Andy Dufresne:That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music?
Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.
Andy Dufresne:Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.
Red: Forget?
Andy Dufresne:Forget that... there are places in this world that
aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they
can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours."
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me......
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