so peeled that fruit, rotten 'neath the skin
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so peeled that fruit, rotten 'neath the skin
Where buried in sand my old watch was
...I handed it to a passing stranger just because
we're just not meant to be
And so behold that passing grace,
it fell in place as snow mingling with the vegetation
When I tried to reach high above
The cat I saw cooking jumped out from the stove
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