You give
Me the stars
On occasion,
You give me
The plants,
They grow and wilt,
You bring sunshine days
And cloud puff dreams,
Oh heck yes,
For absolutely sure,
You bring everything
To the oaken top table
I need,
Bleed,
And could ever
Want,
So thanks.
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