| I was born in a summer storm
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| Grass was cold but the sky was warm
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| They lay me down in the mossy fields
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| Where the crows kill with tender speed
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| Sun burned off the lonely clouds
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| And warmed my face, the roots in the ground
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| They washed me off in a shallow stream
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| Where sand dunes line the beach
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| I grew up on that moody land
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| I understood the tension all around
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| Between me and you and dad
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| How a sunburn goes cold and damp
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| And how we hovered all in between
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| Slight sliver where life can begin
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| Between oxygen and temperature
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| Or the force fields of boy and girl
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| I was born in a summer storm
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| Grass was cold but the sky was warm
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| And so I hover now in between
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| The slight sliver where life can breathe
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| Submariners crashed my sleep
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| I heard about it on the BBC
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| I can hear as they tap on the steel
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| Of a hull downed in the melting sea |