Tangerines are hanging heavy, glowing marigolden hues
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Teasing a half-pale moon
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And I feel a pull to the blue-velvet dark and stars.
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Pink Magnolia, blushing and coy
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Savors the sun while she shines
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You've got yours and I've got mine
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Together we glide through the blue-velvet dark and stars
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All it takes is a little faith, and a lot of heart
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Back and forth we ply these oars
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They move in time and get entwined
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Green with joy then gray with sorrow
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Ripened fruit that falls tomorrow
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Filling us with brilliance
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Branches are bare with a pulse underneath
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Flowering slowly inside
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Your hands are warm and my body is wide
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To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
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All it takes is a little faith and a lot of heart
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Sweetheart
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Stars
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| The Weepies |
