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Sitting on a boat decrepid |
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Gently rolling with the waves |
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From tankers and grey ships they're miles away |
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Watching fog came rolling over |
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Upthrust bits of inner earth |
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Juniper and ancient live oak trees |
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Seagulls swoop for bits of flotsam |
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Drifting on receding tides |
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I am only miles but lives away |
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Miles away and lives away |
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Can't you hear me Ariadne |
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Bring to me your golden skin |
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Driving down a burning highway |
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Underworlds and gold dead grasses |
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Vineyards laid with opulence and curves |
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Vineyards laid with labyrinths |
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There stalks the minotaur |
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Come to take our youth with ancient times |
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I grow old and bitter grey |
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And all I know it slips away |
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Except the memory I have of you |
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True love is our only shield |
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True love is our only shield |
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And true love is our sword |
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Last time |