(Fripp/Sinfield)
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Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
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Cornered by the cactus and the pine.
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Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
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Down a sun-baked crumpled stony road.
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Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun;
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Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run.
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Here I'm shadowed by a dragon fig tree's fan
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Ringed by ants and musing over man.
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I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down
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Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine.
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Formentera Lady sing your song for me
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Formentera Lady sweet lover.
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Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum;
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Insence children dance to an Indian drum.
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Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe fell,
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Still her perfume lingers still her spell.
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Time's grey hand won't catch me while the sun shine down
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Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine.
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Formentera Lady dance your dance for me
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Formentera Lady dark lover.
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Formentera Lady
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| King Crimson |
