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Fairy lights and muslin drapes, |
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the eyes that see us are sleeping. |
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Bottle of whisky, bottle of wine, |
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both from which we are drinking. |
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Dahlias in December, Chrysanthemums in June, |
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in a town that can't remember, |
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from darkness to dawn, my love was gone. |
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Between the veil of dusk and light, |
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the sweet and sorrowful hour |
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that separates morning and night |
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I roll you in the flour. |
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Across the world I wonder, |
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my moments made from years. |
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On a still and silent midway, |
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I wait for you to reappear. |
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Carnival, lull me to sleep. |
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No one can hear our voices. |
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I can tell your future and past |
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by the light of the carousel horses. |
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Across the world I wonder, |
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my moments made from years. |
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On a still and silent midway, |
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I wait for you to reappear. |
