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Your eyes speak more than |
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More than your lips |
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More than your mouth |
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Bare were your summer |
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Shoulders and arms |
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And slender neck |
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She rose up beautiful before me |
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And bare she walks the morning anew |
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It is the wound she gave me |
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Through my heart, drives her rain |
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Her face under the sky is full of golden sun |
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I drew her through the midnight sky on iron leaves |
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There is no name for you |
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You fed me wine on a tender voyage |
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Within your silk, I love to forget |
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I step around you softly |
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Drown away your little hatreds |
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Your pain is just a memory |
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As your summer fruit decays |
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My fire for you stays |
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Your body is a legend |
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I launched into her as the earth began to die |
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It is within her, my name is now known |
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The hand draws slowly back to the poor art of my eye |
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These are not fingers I have |
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Put off your air of tragedy |
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The art of light on your body |
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Falls apart in the moonlight |
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Your eyes speak more than |
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More than you lips |
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More than your mouth |
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Bare were your summer |
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Shoulders and arms |
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And slender neck |
