The sun is high, looking out I see
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The emptiness beyond the jetty
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Seagulls raining like confetti
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On the Water
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Sea and sky come together in
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A hazy kiss out on the ocean
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Europe seems a foreign notion
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Hardly thought of
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And would you leave your modern world behind?
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I know who I am
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Riding in my sampan
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In the shade stands the foreman in
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A floppy hat and linen suit
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Beneath his ancient leather boot
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The ground is straining
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Far away, figures bend to tap the
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Endless seas of rubber trees
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To coat the wheels of Paris taxis
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Where it's raining
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And would you leave your melting world behind?
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I know who I am
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Riding in my sampan
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Sampan
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| Al Stewart |
