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The lovers they kiss and slowly they turn |
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for drawing a breath there is nothing but time |
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A thousand million years before we crash in the sun |
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And I know we will be still here in Her arms |
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In the thick black night we could lie in the grass |
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And gaze at the sky and watch the satellites pass |
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A thousand million miles, the earth She will turn |
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Then still we will be here in Her arms |
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And if we can float away in our dreams |
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There's a city that waits under the sea |
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The days to pass living in the rose |
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The seeded land slow and old |
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The scented air heavy and warm |
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Whispers, touches . . . |
