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Clear dew through the windows of my mother's kitchen |
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Moss in the cracks of the shingles on the neighbor's roof |
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Coals in the fireplace still black and damp |
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And the kettle moves over kerosene flames |
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And its copper sings its misty warning |
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So begins this bergamot morning |
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Cat calls for his morning milk |
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He cleans his paws on old growth floorboards |
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Begin to spin and imagine something where the garden was |
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Silver bark and yellow leaves replaced by cold steel |
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And the copper sings its misty warning |
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So begins this bergamot morning |
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Birds sing in the ferns in the quiet glowing fog |
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Last night is gone renewed by her new dawn |
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And the copper sings its misty warning |
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Brings me back to this bergamot morning |
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Yesterday's sorrow its misty warning |
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Gives way to a glistening bergamot morning |
