| Just a thought
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| I cannot say when
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| I’ve felt content again my love
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| I’ve often dreamt I’m in need again
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| Take a look
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| Iridescent light
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| Is shining on me bright my love
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| And forcing tears into my eyes
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| Slow won’t you come my way
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| Strewn marigolds all line the way
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| It’s never been so mild
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| Frozen in summer’s wake
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| Come now it’s over
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| Prayers
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| I don’t want to pray
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| All fill the air and know
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| I don’t feel this way
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| As I’ve read
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| Of Alice Carroll wrote
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| Curious finds what it seeks
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| Older yes knowing nothing still
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| As she smiles
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| No longer a fading chance
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| To quietly live life enhanced
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| Under cover of the oak tree branch |