| It was a saint’s day
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| When I took you
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| To that quiet place
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| We both fell into
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| Lightning’s solar crystal power
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| Gave us words we both remember
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| Even now in late November
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| «With every ageing fleeting moment
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| Remember you is motion, so hold it»
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| And lightning’s solar crystal power
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| Gave me something I just remembered
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| Because I’m complacent, blind and ageing
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| But it’s something so important
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| I held it so close I couldn’t even see it
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| It gave me you
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| On that saint’s day
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| When I took you
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| To that quiet place
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| We both fell into
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| On that saint’s day
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| But I forget which saint |