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The Year of the Rat

Flowers float and flow in February forever And a day too long and far away so Take the train to September and stay a while this time. Try to remember that sparkling time when Rain turns to snow and love turns cold and I asked you the question that you could not answer So you smiled that way like who’s the Boss? And I don’t know either. Let’s ask the man with the hat and the cat, It purrs when you’re not looking And loses sleep in the winter. I know I’m crazy but it only highlights the fact that You don’t love me anymore. But it doesn’t matter. I’m not left behind, I’m moving forward on rewind. To a time when women are precious in a way You cannot break or take so strike a match And watch it burn. Light a fire, It gets so hot and turns my cheeks red and fades Down to a glowing ember and up in smoke. I know the dream and the way to December. Don’t call me. Don’t call me anything anymore anyway. If it’s all the same I’d rather dance alone in my kitchen. It’s a little small for two.
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cheryl-materi
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Aug 2, 2010
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