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You called me golden Like, perhaps, I could be a California river And now I know that I am that swollen western stream Scattered with pebbles of treasure And you are the man that is sifting through me Marveling at a beauty I cannot see: Telling me how the sun made me sparkle, Bragging about the curve of my body through the hills... I know that I am that western vein because I know I give more than I take, I know I could never stick around for long... I feel like you're like the others Who held me in a colander and Walked away with all I could give them.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
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You called me golden Like, perhaps, I could be a California river And now I know that I am that swollen western stream Scattered with pebbles of treasure And you are the man that is sifting through me Marveling at a beauty I cannot see: Telling me how the sun made me sparkle, Bragging about the curve of my body through the hills... I know that I am that western vein because I know I give more than I take, I know I could never stick around for long... I feel like you're like the others Who held me in a colander and Walked away with all I could give them.
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
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