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Oh, no.
Oh what was I thinking?
I circle your heart with my teeth
Don't look at me so crossly;
I swear that my thoughts were half clean
But this is where it gets weird-
I said "Darling, I want you too much"

Love- ripe for the picking,
its petals flash dangerously;
Love- it blooms twice a season,
in explosions of color and heat

You can't see it from here,
Lovers and lambs raining down on our houses
Like cold April blossoms on the hot summer ground

So bye, babe-
I know it's sedition to abandon
my position and flee;
This world worn, metaphor's tired-
that fruit tree is old and diseased

But this is where it gets weird-
Lovers and lambs blowin' round in the air,
Like cold April blossoms, they fall where they will

Love- it blooms twice a season,
in explosions of color and heat

You can't see it from here,
Lovers and lambs raining down on our houses
Like cold April blossoms on the hot summer ground