o beautiful vermont
speak to me
tell me the tales
laid in your leaves
tell me about the lovers who have hung from that tree
all the sap drained from those trees
how to get to paradise?
dare i say it, you’ve found it
o beautiful vermont
speak to me
tell me the tales
laid in your leaves
tell me about the lovers who have hung from that tree
all the sap drained from those trees
how to get to paradise?
dare i say it, you’ve found it
/look/i can balance a spoon on my nose/it will stay longer if i breathe on it first/don’t bump me!/or else it will fall/don’t leave me/or else i shall be lonely./
/white face/rosy cheeks/a round red clown nose/50 years ago he stood on stage/people know him as August/he dies in September/a month late./
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