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The moon pulls the tides high onto the sandy beach... |
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though there's more to see than a lifetime could behold, |
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we turn and walk into ourselves as if we'd seen it all before |
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The orchid blows her incense into the luna moth... |
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the night shadows fall dreamlike across my face and next I know |
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they'll make their way across my heart |
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The maple bends her branches and drops her summer keys... |
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where the shadows meet the moonbeams both light and darkness die |
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The cricket fiddles tunes across the lonesome night... |
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I watch another sunrise with you dreaming at my feet |
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I see another daybreak praying for my sleep |
