| Diva morning and the new moon rising
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| Who will take the silver spoon?
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| Honey thighs on satin lying
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| In the light of the crazy moon
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| Oranges soaked in their own juices
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| Licking lips of voices sung
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| Magic trips on velvet cruises
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| Sainted slaves of our own tongues
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| Strangers who meet by chance
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| Eyes across the room
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| Remain the prisoners of the dance
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| And the waltz of the crazy moon
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| Inner thighs and magic angels
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| Looking out on Harvard Square
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| Penny wise the pale white strangers
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| Were the only faces there
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| Lay me down in blond warm shadows
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| Speak to me of golden pond
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| Torture me slow blue tangos
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| Even when the thrill is gone
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| Strangers who meet by chance
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| Eyes across the room
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| Remain the prisoners of the dance
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| And the waltz of the crazy moon
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| Connection made
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| The feel of shoulders
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| The smell of honey, salt and tears
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| Blinded by a flash of lightning
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| A moment or a million years
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| Strangers who meet by chance
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| Eyes across the room
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| Remain the prisoners of the dance
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| And the waltz of the crazy moon |