Don'T Leave Me
So there you are among mushrooms.
I could hear you from below the dirt,
In the trench, where I sit on a beach chair.
I swear I'm coming up.
Just don't walk back to the house and leave me.
There's some daylight left.
And I'm nearly at the top now.
I can almost see your face.
So please be there
As I lift myself up.
Can you even hear me?
Or I am I talking to myself?
I'm almost there, baby. I see the edge.
Please wait I'm almost there.
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