When we met, it was in the hot green jungle
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Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal
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You would sweat coconut milk and
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I'd lie awake, restless with the heat during the night
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Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise
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But you'd just lie, sleeping
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And so we went away in search of gentler breezes
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When we arrived, I longed to lie and rustle in your grasses
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But you would not permit me to retire there
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None but a fly might settle on the meadow of your leg
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Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise
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But you'd just lie, sleeping
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Then we moved on until we reached the tundra in the winter
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Of course I longed to kiss her frosty teeth in the cold air
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But now I've grown bloated on seal fat
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Not even flies will settle on the meadow of her leg
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Dawn would come and I would start to feel my own sunrise
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But you'd just lie, sleeping
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My Own Sunrise
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