I'll tell you why I will be laid
And, like a peachstone, soak awhile,
While overhead, the boundary made
Ahead the upright hacked out tile;
I want to hear and see and feel,
I want your tears and smiles and news.
I'd like to touch you as you kneel
And set the flowers that you choose.
And when you soak awhile with me
And gently settle, still they'll sit,
To touch and take and shed and see
Whilst we all hold hands for a bit
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