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Dot Com
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It's a wide world out there
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So much wider than imagined
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I can't quite put my finger on the pulse
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Of your heart softly beating
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Just beneath the raw silk sheen
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That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills.
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So punch my name.
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And in case you wonder -
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I'll be yours - yours, dot com.
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Executive accommodation
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Bland but nonetheless appealing
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Waiters discretely at your back and call
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Place the tall sun-down potion
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Lightly by your velvet elbow
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While you compose a message on the wall.
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So punch my name.
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And in case you wonder -
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I'll be yours - yours, dot com.
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With your handmade leather valise
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Packed and ready, ready waiting
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Showered and dressed down lightly for the heat
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Give a clue; leave a kind word
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Hint as to a destination
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A domain where our cyber-souls might meet.
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So punch my name.
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And in case you wonder -
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Dot Com
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| Jethro Tull |
