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You're a rainbow after thunder
You're the apple in my pie
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Where do you hunt for mermaids, after dark
When your mermaid's not around what do you do
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On a sunny summer island
There's a beauty waits for me
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His grandfather's voice
rang deep
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Death can come slowly a little at a time
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Why do I say "goodnight", you're part of me? I feel no need to kiss my hand goodbye.
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How can a man be jealous of a daft old dog who smells? But George can fall asleep across your feet
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I fell asleep with you inside my head Now every dream is perfect poetry
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Almost naked
she lay alone
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I've wanted you since long before I knew
I needed you before we ever met
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1. What do you like to put peanut butter on instead of bread? YUCK peanut butter!!!
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Will you fly with me?
High over random patches
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All around I see fanatics
Running fast while standing still
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I've tried to find the poetry to tell you how I feel
But metaphors aren't equal to the task.
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She walks with me in silence when the sun shines through the trees
To feed the ducks that dabble and the gulls that ride the breeze
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Unwanted, unconnected and unconcerned,
he works as the world walks by.
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The other chair
moves gently,
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The hurly-burly hustle of a city on the move Cacophony cascades from every side
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Her haunting yellow eyes
picked me up and carried me
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I can dream you
waiting for me
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Every dream in my heart is a hope for the future Tied to my wishes by bundles of rhyme
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My heart conspires to shed a single tear
For love is far away across the sea
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As I'm sitting counting moonbeams from a shyly smiling sky
Trying hard to write a sonnet that could make an angel cry
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The bottle of wine on the table
refracted dancing dmons of candlelight
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Just a whisper in the silence that suggests that you are near Will become a friendly shiver that's not brought about by fear
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Such a perfect day in Springtime as I walk beside the ducks That are dabbling for pondweed, chasing bread a small girl chucks.
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Late at night I stood enraptured by the beauty of the sky
Feeling balmy breezes blowing as the as the breakers rolled on by
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Is it too late to one day touch the sky, To feel that someone wants me just for me.
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Her lips are cold her, her skin is paper white
And yet her icy touch can melt his heart
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