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Album: Paper Sun
Waiting for Christmas.
We drive as the sun
lights the backs of the hills
blue and gold.
The ice on the river
looks just like candy, you say
and your eyelids slowly close.
I want you here with me always,
asleep in the backseat against the door
on this long drive home.
The clouds form a line
across the horizon.
Streaks of pink as the day closes up.
A train whistles loud
as it passes
and there, the streelights at the edge of town.
I want you here with me always,
asleep in the backseat against the door
on this long drive home.
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