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Beneath the Sycamore Tree
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The birds and flowers they sang to me
As i walked 'neath the bows of the sycamore tree
A light refreshing rain soaks my skin
I was washed in the flow and made whole again.
The lights they flowed from bird to bee
In the soft light, in the warm rain,
'neath the sycamore tree.
Once my lady i did seranade thee
With light voice and warm heart
'neath the sycamore tree.
Once we walked and we were made free
in the thin light of a late night
'neath the sycamore tree.
We loved as the angels wild, unendingly
On the brown leaves, on an autumn day
'neath the sycamore tree
Now I leave you my love to sleep deep
with my heart stole, in a cold hole.
'neath the sycamore tree.
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Posted on : Mar 31, 2014
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