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Sweetness
There is a field beyond the apple tree bird-bustle air We drew there with such short breath And what?s next? Our faces, red from the race Sweetness, the most I would taste Flat on your back, flying in dreams This is the way I see you today You?re in mine all the time I wage fits against immovable days now Hours like bricks a wise hand lays In the way of a child who won?t wait his turn Of a child with so much to learn Back to the field beyond the apple tree bird-bustle air I knew there that this was the best So what?s next? Our faces, buried in bloom Sweetness, nectar of nothing to do Sweetness, nectar of nothing to do Sweetness, yes
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