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I saw you at your window. |
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I saw you in the sun. |
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I saw you in the window, looking out. |
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I reached my hand in there, |
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then I touched your hair |
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and felt myself burn, in the morning. |
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and the chickens were screaming. |
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black dog at my heels. |
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and the bluejays were coughing up in the trees. |
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I'd forgotten my name. |
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I felt kind of ashamed, |
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and felt myself burn, in the morning. |
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I saw you at your window, |
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at the beginning of summer. |
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and invisible stars, sent their heat down. |
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I imagined your touch, |
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it was almost too much. |
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burned like a bonfire in the morning. |