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Come To Me Sweet First October Rain
I'm not a wild flower I'm not a hillside meadow, I'm nothing more than dormant grass hiding in a rocky mountain's shadow. Lifeless at the edges, Evergreen turned brown, stepped upon by footsteps from the villian of the town. The summer is too long The summer is too dry, Where is the green keeper Where are the grazing pastures Where is the early red flamed sky? Come to me Sweet first October rain Come to me with spuming bubbles of champagne, Sprinkle softly against my ear, every lettter of your name. Come to me, Give me back the sparkle, Cover me with glitter, Do not let me die! Do not let me wither! Bring me back to life, Wash me over with your musky and earthy smell, Wrap me in a blanket of fluffed polar silver pearl. Come to me Sweet first October rain, Let me bathe in gentle waters, Let me soak,let me grow stronger, in the outpour of your claim. I'm not a wild flower I'm not a hillside meadow I am nothing more than dormant grass hiding in a mountain's shadow. Come to me Sweet first October rain, Splash me green and greener, Drizzle fresh drops on my pain. Come to me Sweet first October rain Come to me with spuming bubbles of champagne, Sprinkle softly against my ear every letter of my name.
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