In the clear
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June lighting of a
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Sunday morning she lies
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A soundless dream
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Blows into her sleeping head
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The way she
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Drops from her chaos
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And slides to his smiling
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A warm wet summer breeze blows
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Into her lying down head
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The water, veil
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Under the unminding sky
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Now she lies
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Innocent and still
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Between two grains of sand
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Nothing is there but white sun
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The silent tide holds her softly
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Only the waves last forever
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She's only a watercolour
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Nothing is there but white sun
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The silent tide holds her softly
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Only the waves last forever
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She's only a watercolour
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On a sunday morning
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| Cabaret Noir |
