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She hits the plate with both hands high |
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Downward is heavenward and we are not alone |
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Condensers on and a drop is found |
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A fingertip trace says to me I can see you when you are red |
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A bed of dead leaves grace the ground |
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A quick glance to the other side and we will not be found |
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Symbiants in haste command come close |
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Screams to me I can see you above the rest |
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And through it all she seems secure |
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Downward is heavenward and we are not alone |
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Head thrown back a second time |
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Eyes shut he yells above can we do this without a net |
