She takes the moon and stars
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To wear as her disguise.
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Then catching cosmic rays
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She uses them for eyes.
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She's a lover
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And you know she's coming through
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She's a lover
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And you know she's coming through
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With warm breezes
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She will wipe away the sigh.
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In the green folds of her skirt
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A tired traveller lies,
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She's a lover And you know she's coming through ...
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There below the grey stone walls
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Behind the hill she waits for you.
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Painted on a field of corn
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Strange messages she leaves for you.
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She sheds her summer dress
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Fearing it displeases you
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Amid the white silk melting forest
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Where she flew.
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She's a lover
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And you know she's coming through .....
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Across the wooded plains
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The wild geese have fled.
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Beneath the splintered stones
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Her anger seeps through red.
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She's a lover And you know she's coming through ...
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SHE'S A LOVER
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