| Sitting on a boat decrepid
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| Gently rolling with the waves
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| From tankers and grey ships they’re miles away
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| Watching fog came rolling over
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| Upthrust bits of inner earth
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| Juniper and ancient live oak trees
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| Seagulls swoop for bits of flotsam
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| Drifting on receding tides
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| I am only miles but lives away
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| Miles away and lives away
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| Can’t you hear me Ariadne
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| Bring to me your golden skin
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| Driving down a burning highway
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| Underworlds and gold dead grasses
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| Vineyards laid with opulence and curves
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| Vineyards laid with labyrinths
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| There stalks the minotaur
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| Come to take our youth with ancient times
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| I grow old and bitter grey
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| And all I know it slips away
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| Except the memory I have of you
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| True love is our only shield
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| True love is our only shield
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| And true love is our sword
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| Last time |