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an open sea by darkest night |
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still deep water and crossing |
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the mystery was over s |
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hifting oceans and changes |
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in topography |
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in dreams |
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we were swept together |
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when i awoke he was next to me |
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he is my columbus |
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sailed all around my heart opened |
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my assumptions lemons of light |
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in the dark there is nothing |
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i could hold away from him |
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like a native giving gifts |
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received with gentleness |
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he is my kinder columbus |
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dancing down a sidewalk |
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pasta honeysuckle moon such |
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tenderness and his head against mine |
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full blown technicolor |
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my eyes were blind |
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he is my columbus |
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sailed all around |
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my heart opened |
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my assumptions lemons of light |
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in the dark there is nothing |
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i could hold away from him |
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like a native giving gifts |
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received with gentleness |
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he is my kinder columbus |
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he'll never know how much |
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his loving me allowed me |
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to begin i didn't think anyone |
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would want to travel with me |
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all the way in i did not think |
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i would ever discover him he |
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is my columbus sailed all |
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around my heart opened |
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my assumptions lemons of light |
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in the dark there is nothing |
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i could hold away from him |
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like a native giving gifts |
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received with gentleness |
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he is my kinder columbus |