| The rain stopped coming round 7 and the heaven’s were
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| Gold as a gong and robin’s egg blue
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| With a memory of you
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| In a cotton war bright dress you once wore
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| of a kindred hue
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| Jitterbuggin' on a pill and gazing at a Gatsby
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| At some god awful do
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| I was gingerly twisting, and watching enraptured
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| What else could I do
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| Oh like a juggernaut you
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| And every second thought since
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| Always and forever you
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| Years on in a winter cafe window
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| Proper hopper in the hurry home gloom
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| As the tail lights spidered through
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| You were cursing the folly of a 3 dollar brolly
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| In your after work makeup and still at work shoes
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| And you blustered through the room
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| You didn’t take to the shapes that I threw
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| But what else could I do
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| Oh like a juggernaut you
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| And every second thought since
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| Always and forever you |