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I'd hate to leave you while we still combine, |
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An unready bud ripped from the flower spine |
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And I'd hate to leave you like the eyelash that flew, |
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Never seen again but as a wish for you |
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The bones they are trees not our enemies |
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When they wave in the wind and grind their brittle teeth |
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And I collect their skin. Yes I need their bark, |
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for my new kind of hide in my new kind of dark |
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These fruits that we have grown have froze |
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Heavy on the vine |
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Winter brew is born from the temporal and rime |
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The thicket and the thistle cry new kind of wild |
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Drink up to new dead and new alive |
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I'd hate to leave you like a setting sun |
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When the minutes and hours have all but added up |
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And I strike this tinder as an oath and a vow |
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winter is wild. I'd hate to leave you now. |
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These fruits that we have grown have froze |
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Heavy on the vine |
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Winter brew is born from the temporal and rime |
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The thicket and the thistle cry new kind of wild |
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Drink up to new dead and new alive |
