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Amber liquid wetting winecups to the stem |
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Spilling drops to glisten on the earth like little gems |
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That myself mistook so foolishly when |
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I stopped to steal a drink |
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Of the liquid amber melting in my eyes, in my hands, and on my lips |
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Earthy blankets full of golden lint and thread |
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I see the children play as |
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I am on my way again |
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To another place; |
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I'm sorry to say that we |
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Blurred the picket fence |
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Still the children play, they wrap themselves in the middle |
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To sip sunlight and drink innocence |
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Hey todayBeauty is my healer |
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Hey todayI'm gonna steal her |
