late spring rain, cool purple mist
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strawberries big as a baby's fist
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earth is soft and it yields to pressure
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the moon is far too bright to messure
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comets crossing overhead
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i wish that we both were dead
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hard times that you've seen us through
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selfless heart that beats in you
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the things you say to comfort me
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your offhand virtuosity
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your pale pink lips, your face flushed red
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i wish that we both were dead
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eyes green as watermelon rind
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the artless way you speak your mind
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new stars were born for us tonight
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old sky pitch black, new moon bone white
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i heard the evil thing you said
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and i wish that we both were dead
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Cool Purple Mist
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| John Vanderslice |
