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Dear Avery |
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I think of you only |
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Were you waving |
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Were you dead on the vine? |
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Oh Avery |
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To think of you lonely |
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Would I could just grab you |
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By the nape of your neck |
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There are times life will rattle your bones |
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And will bend your limbs |
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But you're still far and away |
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the boy you've ever been |
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So you bend back and shake at the frame |
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Of the frame you made |
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(But don't you shake alone) |
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Please, Avery, come home |
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Head strong |
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You and your long arms |
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Listing lazily |
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On the cusp of your teens |
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But you were my Avery |
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And when you needed saving |
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I could just grab you |
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By the nape of your neck |
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There are times life will rattle your bones |
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And will bend your limbs |
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But you're still far and away |
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the boy you've ever been |
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So you bend back and shake at the frame |
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Of the frame you made |
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(But don't you shake alone) |
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Please, Avery, come home |
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Please, Avery, come home |
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