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I came out from under her warm sheets |
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Into the brisk late October |
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If only for one last hope |
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I wanted my time with you to be over |
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I'm staring up into the sky |
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While all the rain is pouring down |
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I'm reaching out for your help |
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But evil beings hold me backwards |
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All shapes and shadows move in and out |
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And hover round my bed |
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Voices arrive and disappear |
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I want to talk to them |
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Darkness disintegrates |
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I'm rising, I'm rising toward a light |
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A light leading over hills and meadows |
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I've risen up from the dead |
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With the burning leaves of autumn |
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If only for one last chance |
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That all of whom have been defeated |
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To put on my father's wool coat |
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To smell my mother's fragrances and perfumes |
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To find my young brothers and sisters |
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To never leave or let them go |
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Houses adorned so beautifully |
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The Marin headlands sun |
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Lost verses well up my eyes and ears |
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The lone mandolin strums |
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On Tamalpais warm spring |
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The many places we |
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Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows |
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I see you well and clear |
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Deep in the moonlight dear |
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Your radiant august eyes |
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They are the suns that rise |
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They are the light that guides |
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They end these lost verses |
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I came up from under the ocean |
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Evaporated sea salt water |
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A mist above the skyline |
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I haunt the streets of San Francisco |
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Watch over loved ones and old friends |
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I see them through their living room windows |
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Shaken by fear and worries |
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I want them to know how I love them so |
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Foghorns would sound in waking |
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Is it my voice you hear? |
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Footsteps are moving across the floor |
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And you know I'm here |
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Laughter carries up from the hills |
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And you are well and near |
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To fall into the light I follow |
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I feel you, oh so near |
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When morning doves appear |
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And gusts of April rain |
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Echo the refrain |
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Soon finding a place |
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In these lost verses |
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They fill the foggy day |
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They hide the hills away |
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That steal our time |
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They are the picturesque night |
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The casting city lights |
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On the bay flowing into the ocean glowing |
