The grass grazed the back of my neck like
the soft lips of a lover
And I laid there with my arms open wide like a plus sign
adding Earth and Sky
That morning, the Sun rose to the third power
Now this is the hour of plenty
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The grass grazed the back of my neck like
the soft lips of a lover
And I laid there with my arms open wide like a plus sign
adding Earth and Sky
That morning, the Sun rose to the third power
Now this is the hour of plenty
