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Caught by the slipstream past steamship island |
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Dangerously close to the skeleton coast |
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Held in a cloudburst, echoing the rain |
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Chiming percussion, a fleeting refrain |
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The Summer Backwards |
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Through the summer backwards, |
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buoyed on a soundwave |
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On a clear morning, a gold and silver day |
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Winding through the straits, longing for the shore |
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Drowning in words, searching for the lost score |
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The Summer Backwards |
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The Summer Backwards |
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The Summer Backwards |
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Gliding the shallows, maze of coral |
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Underwater frescos, worlds we swallowed |
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Taken from a dream, Venus and the mast |
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Sphinx beneath the sea, smile behind the mask |
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The Summer Backwards |
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The Summer Backwards |
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The Summer Backwards |
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The Summer Backwards |
