Psalms 23

Well the night is young
The stars roll over the sun
Yellow flowers turn you on
The sky is enraged
And pressed upon me
Is your palms and poetry
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The shepherd doesn't talk
He moves quickly through the park
My thoughts still in my pocket
No cash to get me through
The valley of deserts
And moons
Who are all these
Who are all these babes and dudes
Yellow flowers are all the rage
The sky is in bloom
And flickers of honesty
They dance upon the grooves
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Well the night is young
The stars roll over the sun
Her body is a cooling rain
Our tears of joy
And drops of pain
And pressed upon me
Is your palms and poetry
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