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At this time of the year |
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The skies are mostly grey and overcast |
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A steady wind blows relentlessly |
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and time is passing by so fast |
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Let the rain purge the land |
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Wash it all away |
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The days are getting shorter |
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A long white foamy band: my solitary vessel plows through the turbid green water |
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Looming large, in the distance: snow topped mountains are drifting by |
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The whole scenery immersed |
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In a surreal yellow late-afternoon light |
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I've been here before |
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I know this scene |
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There are jellyfish in the foam |
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And then it all came back to me... How the wind played his gentle game |
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Nebulized and beguiled me |
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With your wisps sweet with lemon |
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And the bruisers on your chin |
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Spoke the truth |
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About our everything |
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And spared you a sermon... I've been here before |
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I know this scene |
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And the waning northern summer light |
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Reflecting in the freckle of your right eye |
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The setting sun's last desperate rays |
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Illuminating this tragic story's grade |