There's a narrow bridge that leads me to your door
Between the apple trees and poison leaves that form
Around my shoulders as they toss me back and forth
They bring me pleasure and they always keep me warm

Oh how comforting to sink into the tall tall grass.
Only hearing wind between the trees and sounds of laughter.
Oh how we danced like wild lanky animals, some with their bottles of poison.
Not boring eachother with the worries of the world.

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