in a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile
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little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile
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a fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh
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im carried helpless by my floating basket raft
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your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between
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sweeter than any wine and bitter as mustard greens
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and it's light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickel bread
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the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead
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go plow some other field try and forget my name
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see what harvest yields and supposing i'd do the same
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I planted rows of peas but by the first week of July
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they should have come up to my knees but they were maybe ankle high
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take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns
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and boil down your fruit to preserves in mason jars
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and now the books are overdue and the goats are underfed
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the trap i set for you seems to have caught my leg instead
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you're a door without a key, a field without a fence
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you made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since
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if she comes circling back we'll end where we'd begun
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like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one
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but if i'm a crown without a king, if i'm a broken open seed
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if i come without a thing, then i come with all i need
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no boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head
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the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead
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Sweater Poorly Knit
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| Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |
