The Lovers Fall
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Mark Heathcote
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I am the leaves of a tree
I am Aspen whispering about you
because I've nothing better to do
I spread my gold-dappled leaves over you
and take root under you, and ask you
are you the sun - are you the sky?
Are you the ocean - are you the moon?
Because I've been searching for you
I've spread my leaves to the four winds.
And found my resting place beside you.
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