O' Stockholm
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Pale and White
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The year is slipping
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Out of sight
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Frozen waters
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Icy roads
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Swapped for the winter.
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O' Stockholm
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Pale and blue
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How much warmth
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I feel for you.
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Water:
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The sudden rush and
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temptation
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Of drizzle on my window
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To go out and swim in the streets
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With you.
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To turn the world into Venice
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To let the water shrink me
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Let me float in my umbrella boat
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With you.
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I can see the rain clouds emptying
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Little needles leaning to the left
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Of you.
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And high they fly like burst balloons
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Running to the moon
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For an airless rest
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With you.
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I'll slip on the deck of the fishing trawler
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Wearing comical yellow
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There's fishtails going off like mousetraps,
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Nets so many holes yet prisons
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Me just in it simply for
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The water.
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The faces of mountains
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Cut with white blood
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Stampeding stallions of foam
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For you.
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To hoof shaped pools
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The sparkle of imaginary jewels
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That the magician that the
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Sun is creates.
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O'Stockholm
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
