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The apple of my eye
Can only become cider
After the cider maker has trampled me.
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I surrender my spirit
Like apples to this trampling…
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So my inner most heart
Can blaze
And dance with joy.
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The apple of my eye
Can only become cider
After the cider maker has trampled me.
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I surrender my spirit
Like apples to this trampling…
*
So my inner most heart
Can blaze
And dance with joy.
I really love this. Beautiful and feels like the best of autumn.
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Hmmm, this is an interesting idea.
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Love it!
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