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

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