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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables Just drivingMight I beg a blade of grass
or a needle from a pine Might I beg a dance from you under stars that shine The morning's cool and sad as it breaks my heart our lives are nearly over before we see the start Might I steal the sun or the lady moon Might I laugh a laugh with you and taste it with a spoon The night is steamy humid hot as it touches winter Soon our dreams of summer and hopes of heat will splinter Might I ask a favor or a backward glance Might I ask a joke from you would you take the chance |
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