| Duh-duh, you, duh-duh, you
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| Duh-duh, you, duh-duh, you
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| Not a speck of dust on chrysanthemum (Duh-duh, you)
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| Feather on the breath of the mother tongue
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| Awake in full bloom with the sleeping sun
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| Pomegranate jewel between lip and thumb
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| We are only, love and longing
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| We are only, love and longing
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| Duh-duh, you
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| Duh-duh, you
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| Duh-duh, you, duh
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| It’s all clearer beyond fawn and weather
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| Hands and cheek and flowers pressed together
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| When the sea and sky are one like mirror
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| When the wind and river are old lovers
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| We are only, love and longing
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| We are only, love and longing, ah
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| You could get through to the blood and marrow
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| You, you could get through to the blood and marrow
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| Deeper than a cinder in snow
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| You could get through to the blood and marrow
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| Deeper than a cinder in snow
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| You could get through to the blood and marrow
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| And silently
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| Bathe the body in silence
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| Bathe the body in silence
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| And let it eat you alive
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| You could get through to the blood and marrow
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| Deeper than a cinder in snow
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| You could get through to the blood and marrow
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| Deeper than a cinder in snow
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| You could get through to the blood and marrow
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| Not a speck of dust on chrysanthemum |