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A Sunday Afternoon April 10, 2011

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My hands smell like honey and the sun-lit air feels like silk (somehow)
I’m trying to pick words out of the dust while  the Sun is sinking below the trees

It’s days like this. . .

Days like this that don’t mean as much as they should.

But the clouds hold their water, the clouds hold their water. . .

It’s got me thinking that if I doesn’t rain, it’s gonna pour

but it makes me love you all the more (all the more)

And I don’t want to stand here while the sky calls my name

But sometimes you wish that it would just fall down already.

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