| «Take me again,"she said, thinking of him
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| «To the pond with the swans and the swimming»
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| Far from his room the familiar perfume
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| How it left her aware she was naked
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| The lesson she learned when her memory serves
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| Is to marvel with love at the sunset
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| And walking away at the dark end of day
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| She will measure and break like a habit
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| Oh, how the rain sounds as loud as a lover’s words
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| And now and again she’s afraid when the sun returns
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| «Take me again,» she said, thinking of him
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| «I don’t care for this careful behavior»
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| A brush through her hair, children kissing upstairs
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| Keeps her up with her want for her savior
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| The sun on the sand, on her knees and her hands
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| As she begs for her fish from the water
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| But turned them away, she’s a whip and a slave
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| Given time she may find something better |