Burning searing sun
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soft through the skin
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bring your grace down here
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tearing past the grey shadows of today
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stroke away the fear
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cold and steaming moon
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call down a tune
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lend us your ear
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glide by the curves
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which your secret serves
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but bring not your speer
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and life holds no time
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by the blink of your eyes as both
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you watch your sister planet die
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Three Friends
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| The Levellers |
