Odors in the evening mist
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spices that you can't resist
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Curl around and resound
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through caverns that the breeze has kissed
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Drawn inside, you hear a tone
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as each foot hits a stepping stone
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The music soothes and calms your mood
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but suddenly you're not alone
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A single cloud within a storm
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descends and leaves behind a form
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Someone that you knew appears in front of you
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A woman's figure, rain-cloud-born
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She blinks but doesn't see you yet
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she shivers and is soaking wet
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You cross the sand and take her hand
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a lifetime passed since last you met
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Centuries now fall away
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(expand the years) ?? since yesterday
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When you were young and in the sun
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you let your woman slip away
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You take the hands that you have missed
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and kiss the lips you haven't kissed
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for many years
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taste the tears
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Spices that you can't resist
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Spices
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| Phish |
