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A darker garden this, though pale with beauty |
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In the louring of the rain |
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How I long to break the silence |
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Where the moths and tigers play |
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Driving through the forest in the empty afternoon |
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A Japanese car stalled inside a glade |
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But the world is porcelain |
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Yes, the world is porcelain |
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And the quiet nights with the friend who could not stay |
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Left the future all sundazed |
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Alice, Jude and Laura singing |
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All our friends have come to stay |
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They are laughing in the sunlight |
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Where the criss-cross fountains play |
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Sunlight on the empty house and sunlight on the fields |
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The cul-de-sac, the law, the tracks, the lane |
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But the world is porcelain |
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Yes, the world is porcelain |
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Still the evening will not come here |
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And the stones are cracked and warm |
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And the pool is filled with sunlight |
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Still the evening will not come |