Parlor Scouts (The)
The Garden Party
the garden party all in white croquet stripes kissing twilight grass is never this green nor the shadows of the trees so spindly you and i duck into the boxwoods the sky feels bloodred don't you know blushing means yes leaves trembling from my breath the garden party vanishing into thin air the bats hanging in the violet pines your hand in mine please don't pick the twigs from my hair Songtextethese are my souvenirs please leave the leaves clinging to me for tomorrow when the sunlight taunts me that none of this is true these will be my only clues that once i was with you
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