(Clarke / Hicks / Nash)
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Days of yellow saffron.
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Nights with purple skies.
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Melting in the sunbeams
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From my maker's eyes.
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Mountain-colored lilac
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In the distant haze.
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I would like to lie here,
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Timing all my days
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Move past my window,
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Sunshine is shimmering
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Jack-o-lanterns glimmering,
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Giant moths are flickering around.
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See, the moon is hiding
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Underneath the sea.
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Pretty soon he'll venture
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To take a look at me.
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So I humbly stand here
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Beneath his golden glow.
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Doesn't he remind me
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Of somebody I know?
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I must be leaving,
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Back to reality.
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Don't you just pity me?
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I could so easily stay here.
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Maker
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| The Hollies |
