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i'll pick you the highest fruit
i'll pick you, the ripest, the sweetest
let me wash it, fed raw or
shared juice dripping chins
roots graft unseen
enkissing oak and linden
our barks thicken, we raise to
the sky where to know to grow
our skins kiss, leafed limbs intertwine
this is our inosculation
we blend where you end and i begin
we blend where you end and i begin
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your heart sings sweet and tart on my tongue
not as you say, shriveled dead an old plum
you say you took my heart out while i slept
you say it's warm and tastes of pomegranate
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Rosy - Faced Baby
05:09
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as spring comes round sweetly
with fresh buds of light
a new breath of morning
and dew in the air
my rosy-faced baby still waits
in the heavens
two mothers both losing their will
to bring new life forth
the hells are still opening
onto our cousins
things will get worse
say the men in white coats
their green eyed suit fat cats
tilt ties and ignore them
their stained money rolls in while
my sweet baby fades away
a golden dream, to hold a baby
flowing with laughter and love
a nightmare to think of
daisies in her eyes
sooner than in her heart
a new generation cries
for what is coming
how dare you she speaks
from her eyes brimming truth
to bring a new life to this
cruel stormy sunset
to bring a new soul to this
beautiful life
will the white stork still be there
to deliver her
or will she be gone
with her sisters
a golden dream, to hold a baby
flowing with laughter and love
a nightmare to think of
daisies in her eyes
sooner than in her heart
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Swallows
02:32
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swallows sleep
peacefully over my feet
their babies are careful
to watch me below
i hear them speak
in tongues falling out through their beaks
their nests made of mud
cling above my window
i see the gentle arc of the moon
her silver face holds a light to my room
watch as they fly
maneuvering effortlessly
their twists over meadows
leave shadows of gold
i see the gentle arc of the moon
her silver face holds a light to my room
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