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| Sometimes I love him And I take it for granted that a naked woman in a winter spring is the most beautiful background for a painting His dry, munching eyes eye the resemblence between her and me. Then we make sex Sometimes I love him by the river. Sometimes I'm too young and afraid. And eat grass but forget to munch, then feel it nest under my heart and the doves get restless. He has and angel above his bed White angel reveling in moonshine Sometimes I'm too young and afraid Just sometimes I feel Winter is coming |
| Sometimes I love him Sometimes I'm too young and afraid And as we stumble along our river's flow I put his hand on my breasts to silence the doves and their singing lessons... |
| ["I'm just a Just a Just a first try" Tracy Chapman] |