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The Red Krayola - Dirth of Tilth lyrics
Never more than seven Aprils are seducted at a time The least of these removed, reluctantly subdued That I might find rosewater in my cup But don't let up, and don't let on Mountains that are lime green pouring over furrows in the brow Occasional response, yet what I really want is losing what I've kept concealed in here Oh it's not mine, but don't let on If it makes a better letter why not write it at the fair You tell her what you got, then she dismissed the thought of real You care to see her nest awaits Whatever comes, but don't let on |
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