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May 2011
Miracle was the way she described herself
Happen stance through a prance tin eye glance
She was I not wanting but needing always
Where I wonder tonight was she herself heading

Past apple water silver bin covered in other men's sins
Through cherry groves nobody took time to get to know
Walking light neath' each tree as if she was an unwritten myth
"What kind of man do you want to grow up and be?"

"The cuffs of nature's growth laid on us doesn't please me"
"It's nothing but to disagree with the ever changing breeze"
Her eyes then fled from each heart beat in half n' half moments
For we knew we could only do one thing to heal this souring lament

Stars that weren't ours shown down cool on us that night
The dirt underneath our feet were crippled in love's fright
Walking off she smilin' me the while unable to speak or talk
Gripping my heart in hand I saw it was now merely only a rock

Underneath this rolling ball time will tell if I shoula' tried and fell
Maybe there was something I could have done but for now I just can't tell
One day through the pines I'll be branded hot all again
Hitting the keys while the lease leaves on a forgotten summer breeze
Written by
Mitchell
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