"Take me again," she said, thinking of him
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"To the pond with the swans and the swimming"
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Far from his room the familiar perfume
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How it felt to her when she was naked
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Lessons she learned when her memory slurs
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As they marvel with love at the sunset
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Walking away at the dark end of day
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She will measure and break like a habit
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Oh how the rain sounds as light as a lover's word
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And now and again she's afraid when the sun returns
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"Take me again," she said, thinking of him
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"I don't care for this careful behavior"
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A brush through her hair, children kissing upstairs
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Keeps her up with her want for her savior
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The sun on the sand, on her knees and her hands
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As she begs for her fish from the water
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But turn them away, she's a whip and a slave
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Given time she may find something better
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Oh how the rain sounds as loud as a lover's words
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And now and again she's afraid when the sun returns
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Swans And The Swimming
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