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It's a wide world out there |
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So much wider than imagined |
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I can't quite put my finger on the pulse |
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Of your heart softly beating |
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Just beneath the raw silk sheen |
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That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills. |
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So punch my name. |
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And in case you wonder - |
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I'll be yours - yours, dot com. |
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Executive accommodation |
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Bland but nonetheless appealing |
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Waiters discretely at your beck and call |
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Place the tall sun-down potion |
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Lightly by your velvet elbow |
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While you compose a message on the wall. |
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So punch my name. |
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And in case you wonder - |
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I'll be yours - yours, dot com. |
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With your handmade leather valise |
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Packed and ready, ready waiting |
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Showered and dressed down lightly for the heat |
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Gice a clue; leave a kind word |
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Hint as to a destination |
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A domain where our cyber-souls might meet. |
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So punch my name. |
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And in case you wonder - |
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I'll be yours - yours, dot com. |
