side the lake and spokes go round
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this way make through rusty brown
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in a corner, in the shadows
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and the sunlight makes the clouds glow
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june one just me
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orbiting at apogee
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june one to remind
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turn it over, over in time
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at the end of these white walls
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I pretend the still life calls
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through the waters, under bridges
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for a moment I could swear that you looked at me
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June One
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| Yellow Second |
