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As the ripe fruit falls from the bough and how the vow of now

Transcends itself towards the future

So my dear I call thee, to fall with me

Towards the grassy orchard’s floor

There may we lie, old fruits but in a fragrant spring of our own making

Forsaking, I and thou, ourselves for each other

Putting down roots to engender new growth

And casting not one mildewed glance at the greenery of elsewhere.

As the dark moon calls to the plough we’ll cut a furrow now

And set potatoes for the Autumn

Next year could be a bad one, when our hard-won truths

Become like pebbles on the shore

Pull up a chair and sit with me until the morning

I’m warning you I’m bad, won’t take no for an answer

You’d have to be mad if you’re turning me down

There’ll be no need for greed, no grief, there’ll be no hunger in this town

The wind is getting up, my lover’s cup

Is overflowing into the ocean

Do you have a notion, sister, take me back

The door is open a crack, take me back, sister

You and me are two of a kind

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