The orange horizon pours on thee
on the shore is my lonely tree
I plant myself into the sand
who knew what life could demand
We can treat each other with care
although this situation is rare
I’m sinking beneath my teeth
I'm getting sucked in too deep
So then it must come down to this
you stole me with your kiss
then these words came along for you
I need you to help me construe
so don’t leave me out on the shore
You could come out and keep me warm
I’m absorbed by your unique impressions
Yet my words are still giving the lessons
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