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When we met, it was in the hot green jungle |
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Your perfect flesh impervious to anything fungal |
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You would sweat coconut milk and |
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I'd lie awake |
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Restless with the heat during the night |
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Dawn would come and |
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I would start to feel my own sunrise |
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But you'd just lie sleeping |
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And so we went away in search of gentler breezes |
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When we arrived, |
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I longed to lie and rustle in your grasses |
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But you would not permit me to retire there |
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None but a fly might settle on the meadow of your leg |
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Dawn would come and |
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I would start to feel my own sunrise |
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But you'd just lie sleeping |
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Then we moved on until we reached the tundra in the winter |
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Of course |
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I longed to kiss her frosty teeth in the cold air |
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But now I've grown bloated on seal fat |
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Not even flies will settle on the meadow of her leg |
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Dawn would come and |
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I would start to feel my own sunrise |
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But you'd just lie sleeping |
