Oct 2014
If I were Love
Or the rain
Or that prickly feeling
Or the pain
I would be
Above all
And below
A wretch
If I were Love
Or the dirt
Or the dust
Made up of rust
I would be
Love
Or the rain
Or that prickly feeling
Or the pain
I would be
Above all
And below
A wretch
If I were Love
Or the dirt
Or the dust
Made up of rust
I would be
Love
(M/New England)
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