Twisting branches gather
follow follow me
her finger gestures swallow him
they bring him to his knees
With lips so roaring red
her silky dress hangs bare
her shoe less feet
make his heart beat
his kindness oh so rare
As the birds fly off in flight
the sun it hangs low in the sky
their shadows play along
making scenes of times gone by
Lay your hands on me
she called out to him
shelter me with your love
as the rain fell from above
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