| Blackberries ripe on the branches
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| Her skin is burning, she bends to pick them
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| Take a deep delicious bite
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| For our aching stomachs we delight
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| Sorrow came in floods this April
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| Without reason or forewarning
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| We’re now in May, June, and July
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| Don’t leave my love, don’t leave my side
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| Brighter than moonlight glows
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| My love does for you
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| In dreams of Harper Road
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| I’ll always find you stretched out like an orange tabby
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| And on the porch with ferns surrounding her
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| And there in breaths she’ll take not often
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| There her heart troubles sadly soften
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| Wild oaks spare the deadliest drought
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| Like a mother’s will it snuffs out
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| And any flame comes round it breathes in
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| And she’ll endure the driest season
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| My blood runs through my only daughter
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| Her eyes are mine, so wide with wonder
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| Be my voice, my light, my power
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| Be with me in my leaving hour
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| Brighter than the moonlight glows
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| My love does for you
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| In dreams of Harper Road
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| I’ll always find you |