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I went up under perfect skies |
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To the poet's stone |
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in the morning light |
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And it opened my heart |
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and it opened my eyes |
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Felt chilled to the bone |
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but I still felt high |
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She's saying what did you see? |
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Why do you smile? |
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What did you feel |
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All of the while? |
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I said nothing at all |
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We went up in a perfect high |
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And we made sweet love all through the night |
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And when I looked up, framed in the sky, |
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In a perfect dawn your perfect eyes |
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And my soul was set free and the world was on fire |
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What did you feel with those perfect sighs? |
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Maybe nothing at all... nothing at all. |
