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She takes the moon and stars |
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To wear as her disguise. |
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Then catching cosmic rays |
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She uses them for eyes. |
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She's a lover |
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And you know she's coming through |
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She's a lover |
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And you know she's coming through |
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With warm breezes |
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She will wipe away the sigh. |
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In the green folds of her skirt |
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A tired traveller lies, |
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She's a lover and you know she's coming through ... |
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There below the grey stone walls |
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Behind the hill she waits for you. |
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Painted on a field of corn |
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Strange messages she leaves for you. |
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She sheds her summer dress |
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Fearing it displeases you |
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Amid the white silk melting forest |
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Where she flew. |
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She's a lover |
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And you know she's coming through ..... |
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Across the wooded plains |
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The wild geese have fled. |
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Beneath the splintered stones |
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Her anger seeps through red. |
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She's a lover and you know she's coming through ... |
