Bushes And Leaves
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James McLain
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Dark and deep and they said that we only must,
But few do.
Green are the leaves on her bush, the moon is full,
For me it's just a dream.
What I was, what I am, you are to me, I grow larger every day
Waiting patiently for night to come so I can once again sleep and
Dream the same dream that I dream every night.
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