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There is just one apple on the tree |
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It isn't like I'd hoped it'd be |
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Yesterday when there was still you |
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I looked, and I swear that I saw two |
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Maybe a wandering white tail deer |
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Came in the night to make it even more clear |
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And left me just one, a Spartan no less |
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To remind me of my new loneliness |
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Now there is just one oar leaning against the wall |
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What of our plans for paddles in the fall |
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With the reeds grown high in a winding maze |
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We were to follow old waterways |
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Maybe a hovering dragonfly |
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Will rest on a cattail and wonder why |
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There is no clamoring at the shore |
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Of two in a canoe with each an oar |
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Now there is just one pillow on the bed |
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Where a solitary someone lays her head |
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A stack of books meant to be read aloud |
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Closed and dusty awaiting a crowd |
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Maybe a spider in a high corner |
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Keeps his tiny eye on the still mourner |
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And waits for the other to slip under the cover |
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And relight the dark candle lit between lovers |
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