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Jennifer Paige©1995

She will burn your heart up

Melt away your thorn crop

I need this

And when the spring is born

And the sun grows thick

She will heal your heart up

But I need this

Wounded

Open and raw

I lay before you

Cowering

Beneath your vastness

Those emerald eyes…

I could spend hours looking around inside you

She will turn you to a cider with her smile

Melt your thorny crop

Leave you black

And you will fear

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