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?Take me again," she said, thinking of him |
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?To the pond with the swans and the swimming" |
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Far from his room the familiar perfume |
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How it left her aware she was naked |
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The lesson she learned when her memory serves |
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Is to marvel with love at the sunset |
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And walking away at the dark end of day |
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She will measure and break like a habit |
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Oh, how the rain sounds as loud as a lover?s words |
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And now and again she?s afraid when the sun returns |
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?Take me again,? she said, thinking of him |
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?I don?t care for this careful behavior? |
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A brush through her hair, children kissing upstairs |
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Keeps her up with her want for her savior |
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The sun on the sand, on her knees and her hands |
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As she begs for her fish from the water |
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But turned them away, she?s a whip and a slave |
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Given time she may find something better |
