I want to paint you poems full of fire,
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you who I do not know.
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Now my mind is tested with love which
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twists and wavers from side to side and which
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some day soon you may see...
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I want you to cascade through ten thousand
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rainbows with me and dredge mountains
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from the sea:
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you who I now begin to know. But emotion is pent up inside,
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too scared of dying again to live,
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and meanwhile I must endure your
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red-copper hair screaming like a
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water-baby black eyes stare
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from my ceiling:
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you who I now truly know...
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Now I cannot see too clearly
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and already my trellis stands bare...
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How can I break free of these overclinging
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arms which entwine and enfold me?... And reach
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to the clear blue sea?
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I want you to know, but how can I
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tell you? I want you to see
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but my own eyes are blind...
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The Octopus now enfolds me,
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I know you too well...
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Octopus
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
