Lying in forest Digging thoughts from automatic ground I want to lie with you Hold secret breasts, touched breasts With tender wood brushing past exhausted grass And trying to speak with coherent voice Speaking, living, laughing, Once around the block with you is not enough To lie in a forest warming to a last summer sun Is how I see your smile Is how I see your questions Autumn already I always want the summer with you, add A dash of spring and a snowflake of fear And we are the ones who ask for nothing
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