| Still the pulse survives
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| The conscious candour of our conversation
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| Lovely as you are
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| I see the pain, the strain, the degradation
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| Strips of light delightful
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| Either side of bars so thick and wide
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| You hide them with a colourful sigh
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| Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able
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| To receive me like a favourite chair
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| Soaking up the tea as if by magic it’ll make me
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| Ever warmer even after you’re not here
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| Could I be a boat for you a while?
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| Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?
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| Could I be a boat for you
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| And navigate this way for you?
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| Could I be a boat for you a while?
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| You are the yellow flower of my youth
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| The scent of nothing wasted
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| With little left to prove
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| Oh graceful evergreen, you take me
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| Over every hill I ever dreamed
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| And others, just illusions
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| Only seeming to be
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| Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able
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| To receive me like a favourite chair
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| Soaking up the tea as if by magic it’ll make me
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| Ever warmer even after you’re not here
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| Could I be a boat for you a while?
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| Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?
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| Could I be a boat for you
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| And navigate this way for you?
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| Could I be a boat for you a while? |