Smell Of Fruit
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James McLain
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The song about you girl, I dreamed and breathed.
Still lingers in the air I feel by me the print of silk.
I am coming back to earth, your smell is there.
The smell of fruit, the smell of peaches, apples
green that hang just out of reach of me is why I fell.
Whether their is grass no moss bereft uncommon fair.
And coming there makes strong acute my vision.
For whom can but to follow such a voice in song?
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