I lived life in a shadow
Making love in a meadow
Soon I’d become a widow
If I didn’t make time for the mellow
Reached for the stars and caught the scars
Blend with the glow I lost in the flow
When in the snow I’m meeker and slow
Throw in the blow it’s summer and cold
A pitcher of wine the weaker my dimes
A wicker is lit the titer is blue
Don’t slumber don’t shimmer or,
The ticker is set and you’re tethering and still
So I picked a mumble and begin to fumble
It’s time I tricked the trouble and begin to fondle
There is no reason that I cannot handle
seasons and treason sessions and missions
Ub
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