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Chestnuts and Love

Gypsy lady’s all decked out in a
One-bare shoulder dress
Spontaneity’s in her eyes
In a come-hither smile

She came from the badlands where
Nothing grew but the hole in her heart
She's achin’ for salvation to feel love's last mile

Oh my dear, let’s fly our kite into the eye of the hurricane

Gypsy lady told me 
It's time to hibernate
To acclimate our souls
To a still life of death

Deep down in our snow cave
Cuddled up with our stash
Of wild berries and nuts and
Tequila-drenched poetry

Oh my dear, let’s fly our kite into the eye of the hurricane

Hark the harbinger 
Woodpeckers a drummin’
Robin's singing in the rain
Daffodils sipping sunlight

Our endless sleep interrupted
By the sweet smell of Spring
Another year to forage
Chestnuts and love

Another year to forage
Chestnuts and love
Chestnuts and love