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I like to call you my wild horse
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(And feed you silver sage ?)
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I'd like to paint my poems with
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desert tongued clay across her back
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And ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind
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Through green and wild Kentucky
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I'd like to make you my secret song
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Blaze and dark and red in the orchards
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And I would steal away to watch the way
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Your silver belly bends and bows beneath me
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I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
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My lover in the oceans of the world
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I'd make you... of children
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And I would scatter you across my green memories of home
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I'd make you my hungry valley
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And sow your golden fields and wheats my own
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If I were a painter
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I would paint you with this note
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Silver traces on your skin
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And if I were a writer
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I would write these words on your back
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In desert tongue clay, deep in (your wind?)
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I'd make you my secret song
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Blazing in the orchard
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And I would steal away
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To watch the way your silver belly
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Bends and bows beneath me
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I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana
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Make you my lover in the oceans of the world
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I'd make you my calico children
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And I would scatter you across my green memories of home
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I'd be your hungry valley
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And I'd sow your golden fields of wheat my own
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If I were a writer
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I would make you my wild horse
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I'd paint you silver sage and
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Ride you savagely through green wild country
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Swedish verses
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And you are the rose on my alter
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I worship you eternally in flight
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Like the wave ?
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I'll dip you in these praises like cobwebs
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And watch them....?
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For your hair is the rain
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And it soaks across the continents of my skin
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These hands that worship you so completely
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You see this woman standing before you
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Naked and seared, true of intent,
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I don't need you
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I want you near
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For you are my love
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You are my flower of the sun
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You are my lover for all time
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You wake in the morning
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For your sun(flowers?)
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You wake in the morning
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With your kiss
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I'll be your hungry valley
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And sow your golden fields of wheat...?
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And you are the rose on my alter
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I worship you eternally in flight
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Like the wave ?
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You be my calico children
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I'll scatter you across my green memories of home
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Poem Song
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Jewel |