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Home from work our Juliet |
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Clears her morning meal |
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She dabs her skin with pretty smells |
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Concealing to appeal |
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I will make my bed |
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She said, but turned to go |
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Can she be late for her Cinema show? |
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Cinema show? |
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Romeo locks his basement flat |
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And scurries up the stair |
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With head held high and floral tie |
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A weekend millionaire |
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I will make my bed |
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With her tonight, he cries |
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Can he fail |
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Armed with his chocolate surprise ? |
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Take a little trip back with Father Tiresias |
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Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through |
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I have crossed between the poles |
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For me there's no mystery |
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Once a man like the sea I raged |
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Once a woman like the earth I gave |
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And there is in fact more earth than sea |
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Take a little trip back with Father Tiresias |
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Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through |
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I have crossed between the poles |
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For me there's no mystery |
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Once a man, like the sea I raged |
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Once a woman, like the earth I gave |
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And there is in fact more earth than sea |
