Lay your blouse across the chair, 
let fall the flowers from your hair,
and kiss me with that country mouth so plain.
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves - 
to me it sounds like they’re applauding us,
the quiet love we’ve made. 

“Empty” - Ray LaMontagne

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