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Blackberries ripe on the branches |
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Her skin is burning, she bends to pick them |
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Bake a delicious pie |
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For our aching stomachs, we delight |
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Sorrow came in floods this April |
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With out reason, humble warning |
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We're now in May, June and July |
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Don't leave, my love, don't leave my side |
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Bring heaven moonlight glows |
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My love does for you |
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In dreams of Harper Road |
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I'll always find you stretched out like an orange tabby |
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And on the porch with ferns surrounding her |
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And there in breaths she'll take not often |
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There her heart troubles suddenly soften |
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Wild oak spare the deadliest drought |
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Like a mother's will it snuffs out |
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And any flame comes around it breathes in |
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And she'll endure the driest season |
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My blood runs through my only daughter |
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Her eyes are mine, so wide with wonder |
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Be my voice, my light, my power |
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Be with me in my leaving hour |
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Brighter the moonlight glows |
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My love does for you |
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In dreams of Harper Road |
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I'll always find you |
