| Hydrangeas in her basket
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| Mud on her soles
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| You know her love is drastic
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| Where her garden grows
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| You take her to the seawall
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| Where the storms hole up
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| All the lives that lost there
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| You pour into her cup
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| I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
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| Where did this moon come from
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| Hit by another wandering one
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| Creating this face we know
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| The only face we’ve ever known
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| When did these feet touch down
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| You dressed her in this gown
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| The wind will take the flowers
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| The earth will eat the leaves
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| But thunderclouds and showers
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| Will not tear the web she weaves
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| Come and drink her down, dear
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| Drink until you’re done
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| Eternity is spinning
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| Like a raging sun
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| A raging sun
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| Where did this moon come from
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| Hit by another wandering one
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| Creating this face we know
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| The only face we’ve ever known
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| When did these feet touch down
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| You dressed her in this gown
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| Where did this moon come from
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| Hit by another wandering one
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| Creating this face we know
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| The only face we’ve ever known
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| When did these limbs take form
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| You melt because she’s warm
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| Shining her night perfume
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| Lighting her night room
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| Hit by a wandering moon |