| A crest, a peak, body learns to speak
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| A flower at the foot of the entry
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| A peak, a crest, body comes to rest
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| A flower at the foot of the entry
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| I’ve been told, seem so solitary
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| From the day we met, I haven’t seen it yet
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| Would you embrace a loiter by the interchange
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| I regret I haven’t seen it yet
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| Just as the last sun falls through the leaves
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| Does the warm honey flow from your body
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| Just as we speak to gratitude’s weight
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| Does the Earth rise up to our bodies
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| The thought plucks me from the vine
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| Suggests, (so come for) distracts me as it handles me
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| Now wait, (I can’t wait) I want to be there, I want to be there
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| Please let me be right there
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| Just as the last sun falls through the leaves
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| Does the warm honey flow from your body
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| Just as we speak to gratitude’s weight
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| Does the Earth rise up to our bodies |