`
A sweet bitter
A bitter sweet
Across the dust
On dusty feet
The green is grass
And the dark is night
She hates to be
And she hates the light
And she flees away
To tall that tree
To bury her
That the man may be
`
A sweet bitter
A bitter sweet
Across the dust
On dusty feet
The green is grass
And the dark is night
She hates to be
And she hates the light
And she flees away
To tall that tree
To bury her
That the man may be
`
Pilani, RJ,
November, 2006
