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You roll up to me

like a wave from the

sky

You're full of promise

and fruit

Like a child

smiling

in his rain boots

 

Come with me

and we'll roll

across the stones

All water

and

love

 

 

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Sun sparks

jiving

electric

 

When we're all gone

there will be more days

like this

 

The people then

may wear orange shirts

 

The women then

may wear pants

of black fabric

 

Tell me who you are

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