| Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?
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| Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?
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| You laughed as I covered you over with leaves
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| Face, breast, hips, and thighs
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| You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes
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| Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
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| Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled wood vines twine
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| Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
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| I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me
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| Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky
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| Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie
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| Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air
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| Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there
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| Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they
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| As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind and flung good seeds away
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| The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
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| Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go
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| There in the shade and hid from the sun we freed our minds and learned
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| Our greatest reason for being here, our bodies moved and burned
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| There on our mountain bed of leaves we learned life’s reason why
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| The people laugh and love and dream, they fight, they hate to die
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| The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown
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| Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
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| Your shape and form is dim but plain, there on our mountain bed
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| I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head…
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| I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams
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| To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas
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| I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
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| And I know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands
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| I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears
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| I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here
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| My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
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| Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again
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| All this day long I linger here and on in through the night
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| My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
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| My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, I walk above all pain
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| Back to the breast of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again |