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At last my heart's been swallowed by the spring |
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A gorgeous self possessive love bird |
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Flower lacking |
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The vise that holds me in |
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Is starting to unroll again |
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If only to roll over everything |
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Knell for a moment by the stream |
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Coughing as the forest burns |
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And causes me to dream |
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I had no sense time |
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No empathy |
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No present mind |
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No reason now to stifle back the scream |
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As the loneness grows |
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To clothe my soul |
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In dirt |
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And then one day by following the beam |
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I reached the end |
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By God my friend didn't get out of the green |
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It's been about six years |
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And strangely I am dry of tears |
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I smile, just as happy as I sing |