The wind and the rain gather you.
Like petals in a rainstorm
So what has become of the yard bird?
That stirred the captive rainbows
To your and my fingertips
What has become of the rose?
That danced off her dew-wet shadows
And sang adjacent the jasmine stars
Sweetly scented at the first cut of hay
That lay in sobrieties corn circles
That lay in bed on this course way
A filly jumping over any such hurdles
Whatever happened to us
When did you slip through my fingers?
Like a broken rainbow
Like a rose long cut
No freshwater can ever save anymore
Oh, when did these chard's take thorn?
Was it something I did sadly wrong?
Like an overzealous gardener
Did I prune your rambling ways too soon?
What has become of the rose?
That danced off her dew-wet shadows
And sang adjacent the jasmine stars
Sweetly scented at the first cut of hay
That lay in sobrieties corn circles
That lay in bed on this course way
A filly jumping over any such hurdles
Whatever happened to my love to us
So what has become of the yard bird?
My pretty yard bird today...
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