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He dreams that Neptune is a prophet |
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And Jupiter a healer |
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And so wakes up thinking they are more than stars |
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And he cannot tell the difference |
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between a heartbeat and a wave |
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He has a bad, bad sense of time |
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And she's a queen |
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She gives beyond her means |
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Too pure to see through his raggedy disguise |
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She cannot tell the difference |
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between a photograph of lovers on a beach |
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and a man in rags and feathers in the trees |
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She says: |
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Don't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time |
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He says: |
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Don't love me to death |
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and I won't love you death |
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She says: |
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I won't love you to death |
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if you don't love me to death |
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He says: |
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I won't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time |
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And then he takes her by the elbow |
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back down towards the sea |
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where they become |
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two very old and senile sailors |
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Going in |
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and going out |
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(And) going in |
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and going out |
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... |
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of the fog |
