| We shared the experience of being alive
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| And then we took some tea
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| We finished up and, all on a whim
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| We talked, as it was free
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| When we went to get the bill, the lady looked us over
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| She told us, «Now, you stay quite still and I’ll fetch in some clover»
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| And all of the yellow melancholy
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| The world about grew stark
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| The only sound in all of the place
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| Was the singing of a lark
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| It sang, «Holly Golightly, bright as the day
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| Fresh as the moon and stale as the hay
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| Cold as the window frozen with frost
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| You never been seen and you never been lost»
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| And lost I was for all of the time
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| We never shared thereafter
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| Closing my books and chilling my feet
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| The air blew in much darker
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| Floorboards, they’ve been laughing at me; |
| the folds of my skin are frayed
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| I’m the oldest man I know by now; |
| I was the youngest yesterday
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| What did I lose to mourn so long?
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| A worm in the heart has stained me
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| Laying to rest in a ventricle
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| Stirs when I take my tea
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| Holly Golightly, bright as the day
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| Fresh as the moon and stale as the hay
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| Cold as the window frozen with frost
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| You never been seen and you never been lost
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| I saw her once, and she came upon the midday
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| And gave me both her hands
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| It seemed, while I was still dreaming of the waves
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| That she lived a while on land
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| Slipping through a stream of dark, the streets laid out a way
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| Stayed above the level, kept my wondering heart at bay
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| In the s--a feeling in the land I was daily dealing
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| There’s a turn of a twisting smile
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| Cheap is your time now tea don’t taste so fine
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| How are you, it’s been a while
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| Holly Golightly, bright as the day
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| Fresh as the moon and stale as the hay
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| Cold as the window frozen with frost
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| You never been seen and you never been lost
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| Holly Golightly, bright as the day
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| Fresh as the moon and stale as the hay
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| Cold as the window frozen with frost
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| You never been seen and you never been lost |