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Comma
The sun be inspiration
As he lifts it into the clouds
That I peer through
Like a marionette sunrise
Like a giraffe-crane
With a long neck
Oh, if the knife dug ever deep
To find they fruit on the stems of love
It'd find you in my heart
Like a dangling apple
Burrowed snug and neat
Every flowing thought of you
Every feeling oh, so deep, oh, so dug
Oh, knife dig flow
For those shall find her in my beating fruit
Ripe and ready blue
Ripe and waiting grey
