I can see all the fallen branches from the trees

left beside the road

Ready to be burned for the Fete

For the summer season had arrived

the season of dismay

I would see all of the shapes in the corner

I would levitate the sun to climb

Over the lead lights

All were like headlights

Over this arch of mine

I can see all the mounds of lemons

by the trees from the cemetery

Skipping on the lane was the son

from the farthest place

that I had been since I came away

I could see all of the shapes in the corner

I would levitate the sun to climb

Over the lead lights

All were like headlights

Over this arch of mine

I could see all of the shapes in the corner

I would levitate the sun to climb

Over the lead lights

All were like headlights

Over this arch of mine

I can see all the fallen branches from the trees

left beside the road

Ready to be burned for the Fete

For the summer season had arrived

the season of dismay

I can see all the mounds of lemons

by the trees from the cemetery

Skipping on the lane was the son

from the farthest place

that I had been since I came away

I can see all the fallen branches from the trees

left beside the road

Ready to be burned for the Fete

For the summer season had arrived

the season of dismay

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