And I'll Find You Where I Left You
Lying In The Nettles
Breaking Off Petals Like A Child
The Hem Of Your Skirt Now Askew
'He Loves Me'
To Let Your Hips And Mine Run Wild
Skin Damp From Weeks Of Dew
'He Loves Me Not'
And Pulling Your Face Into A Smile
'Marie, We Won't Be Caught'
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