The hem of her dress spills over
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What covers the seat
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N'flutters in the breeze like
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Caterpillars on a leaf
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Hair the hue of lions,
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beaches dried by morning suns
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Promise you will write me a poem
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Of who I am 'for sadness comes
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Oh it comes in slow slow whispers
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When it comes feels like long long winters
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She placed her hand in the sun and
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With her shadow smoothed me down
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Turn your mind down low now
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Hold me close 'for madness comes
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Oh it comes in slow slow whispers
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When it comes feels like long long winters
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Let it come in slow slow whispers
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Let it come with its long long winters
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Caterpillar
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| Emiliana Torrini |
