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HARVESTWORDS & MUSIC: Earl P. Reinhalter
I. sometimes I'm a baby who would rather curse the dark than light a candle, than light a candle. sometimes you think you're the younger, crayons in your hand, though a painter you surely are. when I'm the baby, you're the one who cries. when you try to grow, my heart portends goodbyes. when you grow, my heart portends goodbyes. II. had we always been together, I would be grown up. and you would be an artist and know that you are. but now we have each other, both ahead and both behind. farmers of the soul someday we shall harvest you and I. ENDING: someday we shall harvest you and I.
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