Macrame The Felice Brothers

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Joey, I hid it, in the skull of a fox
Along with several other things that you've lost
Joey, you can get it the moment I'm gone
The days of counting years are over
And but the day that's here is just begun

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Oh, you step on that back porch
It's my very last spring
Blossoms here could fall for hours
In seconds seedlings spring to trees

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And some say it's awful
Dying this way
Not shot to death by a crazy farmer
But hung to fade like braids of macramé

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The last of the peaches
Still clung to the bough
I'd sooner be flung to the sun
Than fall to the ground

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The moment I touch dirt
That stone in my heart
Will grow in mе, grow in me, grow in me
Till it tears mе apart