by Syd Barret
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On a distant shore, miles from land
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stands the ebony totem in ebony sand
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a dream in a mist of grey...
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on a far distant shore...
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The pebble that stood alone
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and driftwood lies half buried
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warm shallow waters sweep shells
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so the cockles shine...
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A bare winding carcase, stark
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shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way...
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dry tears...
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crisp black squeaks tore reeds
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make a circle of grey in a summer way, around man
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so don't ground...
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I'm trying
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I'm trying to find you!
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To find you
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I'm living, I'm giving,
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To find you, To find you,
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I'm living, I'm living,
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Opel
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| RPWL |
