| Blackberries ripe on the branches
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| Her skin is burning, she bends to pick them
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| For a deep, delicious pie
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| For our aching stomach’s sweet delight
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| Sorrow came in floods this April
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| Without reasons, flashes, warnings
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| 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
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| Stretched out like an orange tabby
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| On the porch with ferns surrounding her
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| There a breath she’ll take not often
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| There her hard troubles subtly soften
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| Live oaks bear the deadliest drought
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| Like a mother’s will it snuffs out
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| Any flame come 'round it breezin'
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| 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, 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 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 |