| Oh peach pit where’d the hours go
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| When your orange skin began to glow
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| From a hanging branch in gardens home
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| Not much is hidden underneath
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| A rocky heart for breaking teeth
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| And apple cores cyanide seed
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| It’s been a long season through
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| All this rotting fruit with you
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| It’s been a long season through
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| All this rotting fruit with you
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| Lift back and see the darkness hid
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| Swallowed up an angled in
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| Looking back at sweetness dim
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| Ripe June had leaf and shady friend
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| The cool air is gone again
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| It’s been a long season through
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| All this rotting fruit with you
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| It’s been a long season through
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| All this rotting fruit with you
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| Oh peach pit where’d the hours go
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| When your orange skin began to glow
|
| From a hanging branch in gardens home
|
| It’s been a long season through
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| All this rotting fruit with you
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| It’s been a long season through
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| All this rotting fruit with you
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| It’s been a long season through
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| All this rotting fruit with you |