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Sheep
You’re off letting the sun burn you
Contrasting brown skin against a line I’d love to cross
Teasing my ego with the look on your face
As you look back across your freckled shoulders
But, that was years ago
And, I still can’t erase a single moment spent with you
It’s almost October again
The month I love but can’t stand to be in
I used to dream
But, I’ve been awaken
And, now, sheep are not my friends
But, I can’t shake them from pulling the wool over my eyes
Continually reminding me of the fence
That one now separating me from you
Is the same one they used to jump
As they promised to bring me to you again
Now, November’s blown in
The month of gray skies I dread to relive
Where is my hope
Did I ever have any
How do I cope
With your memory
Cause, you’re off letting the sun burn you
Contrasting brown skin against a line some other man in hoping to cross
While the December sleet falls down on me
Sheep keep taunting me with a fence they keep refusing
