Gerardo SanDiego · Jan 30, 2010
Too much

Expect my sun to rise with yours
My trees to shade
My leaves to fade
My water quench the spell
Expect the grass to live as long
Expect the birds to court each song
Expect my sun to glow like yours
But I've a moon to tend, as well.

 
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