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Apr 2015
Parsley and thyme
Comb the earth with your fertile fingers
You tell me that you want to bloom
And fruit like the plants do

As grapes turn to wine
The idea ferments with the seasons
Lain on the willow boughs
Nothing but our breathing and the starlight

I'm gonna take you to the whisky springs
Barefoot walk in the summer
You whisper the sweetest things
This child will have water for its father
and earth as its mother
Plant me inside of you
We'll do it twice if you're eager
I love to hear you sing out my name
Feeling hotter than a fever in the night


https://soundcloud.com/dorian-m/whisky-springs
Dorian
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