Thicket Fence
I remember the dance of the Indians
As we lay behind our thicket fence
And the rain fell just as they wished
I took your hand, you squeezed and we were there
Moving bodies flowed like they were meant
To be together until the bitter end
So? You ran away from your heart
Nothing really seems to stay the same
Can my pleas forgive me?
It kills to think that I'll never be with you again
Do you see me now?
I don't know, somehow ... you were mine
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