Cradling Mother, Cradling Woman

One, two, three, four
 One, two, three, four
 One, two, three, four
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 I'll run down
 Lay my weight where it lies
 I'll come 'round
 Out in sheltering sky
 Seek you out
 Like I wanted it when
 It was 88 out
 And the apricot flowers were coming in
 And I feel worn, but the air is clean
 And my clothes are torn, but it's right on me
 Passing rain, blue white heat
 Agony, not to me, it's not defeat
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 No one here
 Say we waited our while
 Good idea
 Crowding out of those aisles
 Nowhere near
 Where I thought we would be
 But one and the same
 The drought or the rain to me
 And I've been a while gone
 But the air is clean
 And I had it all wrong
 But I made my peace
 Passing thought, empty street
 Agony, not to me, it's not defeat
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 I've been bright, I've been faded
 I'm nearly halfway through
 Barely believe we made it
 When I met eyes with you
 I caught a walking fever
 I know how all this ends
 Palm over my receiver
 Cradling me again