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taste the thyme
Why they put raw onions in burgers, I'll never understand
Wrecking all the flavors, ruining the taste so grand
Why they put raw onions in

That's about the fourth time
Went supermarket fishing to find some thyme
Complacency vivid, I'm still tryna hand in these assignments
ICHOR made me a week

That's about the fourth time
Went supermarket fishing to find some thyme
Complacency vivid, I'm still tryna hand in these assignments
ICHOR made me a week

in your mind and sweet thyme on each breath
A rose is only red if your smile is in bloom
So smile on the world
And it'll smile on you
I know that no

out-glistening
The gold-flower’d broom
What sweet-breathing presence
Out-perfumes the thyme
What voices enrapture
The night’s balmy prime
’Tis Apollo comes leading

of mint and thyme
Youre on the hill
No ones around
And the outer world
Is just as fragile
As a world of soul
Everytime it grows
It draws to a close
Get

rosemary and thyme

One's too early and one's too late
7-Eleven, you're not my mate
Well I'm no parts Slurpee and ten parts rage
I wanna drink so fast it'll

a barricade
Barring those who never chose the view from heaven's gate
Take the time to count it twice and thereby calculate
How much thyme is really left

something
A belonging, a loyal score
Culture may suck down my words
Add a tangled edge of blues
Sipping on old tea and thyme
Reaping benefits on the state

your favour
Forget all your thoughts, your ways
Your soul now is her flavour
No buttered sticks with sage or thyme
Can ward her off, she’s solely
Come

rose through the thyme
I wish that I met you and left you long ago
N' that old satin dress had been mine

I wanna ride a palomino
Through the hills

on the thyme
And love lurks
In that neon clock, ticks incessant time
Love lurks in the spaces between

(And I really wish
And I really wish
And I really wish

separate
The thyme and get yourself fried

sigh but fine  Lyin' on the cloud assess the mount of  Venus yea she's alive  Flying high climbing this pine  Biting a bitter lime and thyme  Feels like

of the past
He’s using thyme in his recipe
It tends to be a little bit dry
His cheeks are dampened by his tears
About lost years they’ve spent apart
She seems

looking for it...and I...I ain't got the Thyme
Damn, how the hell am I supposed to make this sauce?

You know they say a broken clock is right two times

"Creeks in the walls of your house
The scent of rosemary & thyme 
Fills the room
You make me bloom 
Like the flowers on your window sill

Outside our

the ride

Jack of no trade
Master of life

And notwithstanding
He just keeps on keeping on

Words on the billboards
By a field of thyme

Easy come easy go

Ate the thyme that you picked near the garden's well
You dragged me away from you baby boys
Shout in a tone that dimmed my days
You're better, way

thyme
Never take you for granted
It's the last thing I'd ever do
You're in me like rock
You run through and through
For every river that flows
There's

sent
You ain't rebel man
Or part of the rebellion
Yeah you green
Like scallion
Waste thyme tryna settled in
I put the metal in
And get to meddling
This

suit, it's sweet
You are useless, a beet
But with sweet, beet-red thymes
We can go to bed on time
Like red fish and blue fish
Or tuna dish and new rich-

And it looks like breathing in the fume of burning thyme

And now I breath through the flames
See the green glow now as my mind flies out
See my eyes shine

in
If broken, then be exuberant
And prepare to chant
Days

Breathe in the air
Raising the thyme, man
It's almost always all the days
Oh, I need it
Look