Tác giả : Sixpence None the Richer
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Amber liquid wetting winecups to the stem 
Spilling drops to glisten on the earth like little gems 
That myself mistook so foolishly when i stopped to steal a drink 
Of the liquid amber melting in my eyes, in my hands, and on my lips 
 
Earthy blankets full of golden lint and thread 
I see the children play as i am on my way again 
To another place; i'm sorry to say that we 
Blurred the picket fence 
Still the children play, they wrap themselves in the middle 
To sip sunlight and drink innocence 
 
Hey today 
Beauty is my healer 
Hey today 
I'm gonna steal her