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Tulip Thieves by David Kastling

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A story of a love reminiscent of two bunnies in a secret tulip garden.

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Lyrics

Under fences, past the stone,
Where colors rest and shadows roam.
We move in hush, we slip between,
A path forgotten, rarely seen.

She never waits, just darts ahead,
Chasing quiet where others dread.
The leaves are still, the air is close,
We trade the rules for what we chose.

And every sound behind our back
Could be the end or just the track.
We never ask, we never plan-
Just step by step across the span.

We're tulip thieves, we don't get caught,
We're tulip thieves, we take what we want.
No trail left, no one believes-
Us and the dark,
We're tulip thieves.

The path was slick, the light came fast,
I pulled her back and ran right past.
She grinned, still holding what she stole,
A single piece, a secret goal.

The water burst, the ground turned slick,
We vanished through the tunnel quick.
We didn't speak until we knew
The trees had closed around the view.

And no one sees the ones who crawl
Low enough to miss it all.
We take just what the moment lends-
Not to keep, but just to bend.

We're tulip thieves, we don't get caught,
We're tulip thieves, we take what we want.
No trail left, no one believes-
Us and the dark,
We're tulip thieves.

Maybe they'll catch us, maybe not,
But they won't find what we forgot.
We don't need to hold or stay,
We leave in traces, slip away.

We're tulip thieves, we don't get caught,
We're tulip thieves, we take what we want.
No trail left, no one believes
Us and the dark,
We're tulip thieves.


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