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I thought I heard the sound of my name and I looked back down behind me |
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And with hair like the ripened wheat she came, sure as the west wind to find me |
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And just for a moment I wished my life to see our friends all around us |
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And I turned to her but I held my breath in the far Norwegian mountains. |
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For there we stood two children of spring as everything seemed to be gleaming |
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Her looking breathless clean out of my mind and me with my crazy dreaming |
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To think of my friends underneath the same roof in one common destination |
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When all we do is remain aloof like we have no close relation. |
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And love is my torment and I'll take when I can |
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But I'll give in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man. |
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And I watched her makin' her first daisy chain as her nipples hung hard in suggestion |
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And naked, gnat-bitten we drifted fain in the hazy deserved sensation |
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And we dreamt of all the loves we'd known and we never never thought of the sorrow |
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With forelocks wound over primrose down in the wood by the emptin long barrow |
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Two silver greenflies to flicker the backdropping, lush of the emerald springtime |
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To lust for a moment in love of another is dust on a dragonfly's wing. |
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And love is no torment for we'll give when we can |
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And we'll live in the moment when you are my woman and I am your man. |
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And the blackcap sings and the forest rings, the nettles tall around me |
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With shafts of sun and moving things and poems fast and slowly |
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And fantasies of luscious thirst for new lust and fresh waters to seek it |
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Like diamonds set in realities of skies drawn back in secret |
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But somewhere out there with my heart in her care and her prayers in the breezes that caught them |
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She sits like the earth as I fly to her arms like the showering yellows of autumn |
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And love is no torment for we'll give when we can |
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And we'll live in the moment when she is my woman and I am her man. |