I went to the side of the street
To the cart full of oranges
They reminded me of you
In this dream of oranges
You are orange
I thought of your hand and my hand
That night
I was a clumsy dancer
The oranges from the cart
Spilled across the street
The oranges rolled amongst the people
I dove to the ground and
I grazed my knee
Someone stepped on my finger
At least I grabbed one orange
And I thought of you
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