| Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line
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| Cornered by the cactus and the pine
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| Here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
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| Down a crumpled sun-baked stony road
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| Dusty wheels leaning, rusting in the sun
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| Snuff brown walls where Spanish lizards run
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| Here I’m shadowed by a dragon fig tree’s fan
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| Ringed by ants and musing over man
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| I’ll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down
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| Won’t climb any high thing while the sun shine
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| Formentera Lady, sing your song for me
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| Formentera Lady, sun lover
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| Lamplight glows on old guitars the travelers strum
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| Incense children dance to an Indian drum
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| Here Odysseus charmed for dark Circe fell
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| Still her perfume lingers, still her spell
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| Time’s grey hand won’t catch me while the stars shine down
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| Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine
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| Formentera Lady, dance your dance for me
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| Formentera Lady, dark lover |