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Ricochet
And as the sun blooms great oaks
Tall as his godly feet do lay
Draws them from the burrow deep
So the moon but conjures love
From teh soil of our fertile hearts
Blossoms hearts so young and tender
Pale as our hearts may render
And render forth we do
Forth all valleys and all crayons
Forth the orchards of young hearts
In the deep and ripe old aging season
Born ripe and ready for the citrus crop of love
As we tremble bottom lips
Shivers silent to the claw of cold
And hug eachother close to bundle up
As a velvet flower of the moon
