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We hid our stories in the kitchen cabinets
between the rye bread and the marmalade I found the hands that held me as I fell
behind the scrubber and the washboard lie the rainboots that I drowned
I smell the frogpond amongst the tupperware
And I close the cabinets hoping one day to return
between the rye bread and the marmalade I found the hands that held me as I fell
behind the scrubber and the washboard lie the rainboots that I drowned
I smell the frogpond amongst the tupperware
And I close the cabinets hoping one day to return