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It was a day in that blue month September
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Silent beneath the plum trees' slender shade
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I held her there
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My love, so pale and silent
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As if she were a dream that must not fade
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Above us in the shining summer heaven
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There was a cloud my eyes dwelled long upon
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It was quite white and very high above us
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Then I looked up
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And found that it had gone
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And since that day, so many moons in silence
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Have swum across the sky and gone below
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The plum trees surely have been chopped for firewood
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And if you ask, how does that love seem now
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I must admit, I really can't remember
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And yet I know what you are trying to say
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But what her face was like, I know no longer
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I only know I kissed it on that day
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As for the kiss, I long ago forgot it
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But for the cloud that floated in the sky
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I know that still and shall forever know it
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It was quite white and moved in very high
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It may be that the plum trees still are blooming
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That woman's seventh child may now be there
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And yet that cloud had only bloomed for minutes
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When I looked up
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It vanished on the air
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Remembering Marie A.
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| David Bowie |
