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By Laura Nyro, New York Tendaberry
blue berry
a rush on a rum
of brush and
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By Laura Nyro, Let your leaf fall
in my child’s hand
he’s laughin’ and whirlin’
his
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By Laura Nyro, What is life?
did you read about it
in a magazine?
Love is
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By Laura Nyro, Gypsy fever
I’ve been here many times
the motels
the trailers
the netted tents
of
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By Laura Nyro, Come on, people
come on, children
come on down to the glory
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By Laura Nyro, Come on, baby, let me put my arms around you;
Come
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By Laura Nyro, Sophia
goddess of wisdom
and dream
shine your light
shine your light
for a gypsy
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By Laura Nyro, I’ve been waiting
a clock on the wall
still
every time that I
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By Laura Nyro, and my poor mother worked
the mines
I was raised on
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By Laura Nyro, Down by the grapevine
drink my daddy’s wine
get happy
Down by the
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By Laura Nyro, I belong
to the man
don’t belong without him
when I sleep
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By Laura Nyro, Baby in the cradle
I need to stay strong
I need some
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By Laura Nyro, my name is Eddie
I am a cat
and I sleep with
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By Laura Nyro, dedicated to women’s monthly cycles of renewal and—
don’t mess with
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By Laura Nyro, The morning news is wet from the rain
Letters are blurred
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By Laura Nyro, So winter froze the river
and winter birds don’t sing
so winter
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By Laura Nyro, Tiny child
you were a miracle to me
a miracle
and you will
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By Laura Nyro, Rosie Pearl
is a big blonde girl
and she sails around
like a
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By Laura Nyro, I was a sweet baby in my
mother’s arms
we were strollin’
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By Laura Nyro, Market in the cool white morning
merchants sell as ladies buy
milk,
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By Laura Nyro, I love you so
I always will
I look at you and
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By Laura Nyro, Dinner in the kitchen
delicious to eat
thou shall not kill, darlin’
let
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By Laura Nyro, My lover’s mouth
been so good to me
My lover’s mouth
been so
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By Laura Nyro, Tighter...
Tighter!
I don't like you (but I love you), but
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By Laura Nyro, Mama, when the moon is doneI walk on by the
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By Laura Nyro, - written by Laura Nyro- as recorded by Three Dog
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By Laura Nyro, Oo la la laOo la la la laEmilyAnd her love
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By Laura Nyro, I never meant to hurt youI'm not that way at
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By Laura Nyro, silver was the colorwinter was a snowbellmother of the wind
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By Laura Nyro, Can you surry,Can you picnic?Can you surry,Can you picnic?Surry down