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(Bob Dylan) |
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Smoky autumn night, stars up in the sky, |
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I see the sailin' boats across the bay go by. |
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Eucalyptus trees hang above the street |
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And then I turn my head, for you're approachin' me. |
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Moonlight on the water, fisherman's daughter, floatin' in to my room |
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With a golden loom. |
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First we wash our feet near the immortal shrine |
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And then our shadows meet and then we drink the wine. |
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I see the hungry clouds up above your face |
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And then the tears roll down, what a bitter taste. |
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And then you drift away on a summer's day where the wildflowers bloom |
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With your golden loom. |
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I walk across the bridge in the dismal light |
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Where all the cars are stripped between the gates of night. |
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I see the trembling lion with the lotus flower tail |
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And then I kiss your lips as I lift your veil. |
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But you're gone and then all I seem to recall is the smell of perfume |
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And your golden loom. |
