Amber liquid wetting winecups to the stem Spilling drops to glisten on the earth like little gems That myself mistook so foolishly when I stopped to steal a drink Of the liquid amber melting in my eyes, in my hands, and on my lips Earthy blankets full of golden lint and thread I see the children play as I am on my way again To another place; Im sorry to say that we Blurred the picket fence Still the children play, they wrap themselves in the middle To sip sunlight and drink innocence Hey today Beauty is my healer Hey today Im gonna steal her
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