There's sun pouring over the oranges here
It's beating down downbeats of light on the beasts
'Til nighttime approaches, encroaches, both slowly
It's naught but impossible, awful but true,
time to go.
To be frozen in time like the grapes on the vine
in the autumn...
To suspend all belief, such relief breaks and bends
through the glass...
It's the reason and rhyme of the lemons and limes
That can find me, remind me for certain that this
too shall pass.
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