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-Words by Jeff Brent
© 1974

Inside it grows
Cancerous in my gut
Laughing like a knife

I remember popcorn and cocoa by the fireside
Touching I felt warm, We could smile then

Now I sleep at the south pole
I can't sweep away the snow alone

It grows, inside

My hands are cold, don't give me gloves
Let me feel your breath on my fingers

Together we can create springtime
Touch me I will bloom for you

Food will not satisfy my hunger
Words will not fill my heart

Somewhere there is joy at the sound of my name
Somewhere a blossom springs forth for me
Somewhere love is reality

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