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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