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Since July the 31st |
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When the winter did it's worst |
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I've been pining for a place |
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Where sleep divides the days |
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And the ocean keeps those silences at bay |
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Late last night |
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I was woken by the murmuring |
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Of the insects and insomniacs outside |
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While you slept |
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I went through all my winter clothes |
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And quiet was the only thing I kept |
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With every passing day |
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Seems more difficult to say |
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And forgive me if I'm wrong |
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But you'll forget me when I'm gone |
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Late last night |
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I was woken by the murmuring |
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Of the insects and insomniacs outside |
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But up til then |
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I was dreaming of the the pines along the promenade |
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The summer on my skin |
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It's too long since I saw the sun arising |
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From the faint curve of an unbroken horizon |
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I don't mean to suggest I'm getting older |
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But the city looks it's best over my shoulder |
