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The kettle's on
The sun has gone
Another day
She offers me
Tibetan tea
On a flower tray
She's at the door
She wants to score
She dearly needs to say

I loved you a long time ago, you know
Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow
But I just couldn't let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know

But I wish that I had 'cause I feel you so sad
But I never had one of your children

And across the room
Inside a tomb
A chance is waxed and wanes
The night is young
Why are we so hung up
In each other's chains
I must make her
I must take her
While the dove domains

And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my winds under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn

Oh really, my dear, I can't see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves in between us

And at the door
We can't say more
Than just another day
And without a sound
I turn around
And I walk away

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