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The sun is high, looking out |
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I see The emptiness beyond the jetty |
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Seagulls raining like confetti |
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On the Water |
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Sea and sky come together in |
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A hazy kiss out on the ocean |
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Europe seems a foreign notion |
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Hardly thought of |
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And would you leave your modern world behind? |
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I know who |
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I am Riding in my sampan |
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In the shade stands the foreman in |
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A floppy hat and linen suit |
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Beneath his ancient leather boot |
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The ground is straining |
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Far away, figures bend to tap the |
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Endless seas of rubber trees |
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To coat the wheels of |
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Paris taxis |
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Where it's raining |
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And would you leave your melting world behind? |
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I know who |
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I am Riding in my sampan |
