| He dreams that Neptune is a prophet and Jupiter, a healer
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| And so wakes up thinking they are more than stones
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| And he cannot tell the difference between a heartbeat and a wave
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| He has a bad, bad sense of time
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| And she’s a queen, she gives beyond her means
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| Too pure to see through his raggedy disguise
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| She cannot tell the difference between a photograph of lovers on a beach
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| And a man in rags and feathers in the trees
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| She says, «Don't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time»
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| He says, «Don't love me to death and I won’t love you to death»
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| She says, «I won’t love you to death if you don’t love me to death»
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| He says, «I won’t tie the blindfold quite so tight this time»
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| And then he takes her by the elbow, back down towards the sea
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| Where they become two very old and senile sailors
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| Going in and going out, and going in and going out
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| And going in and going out of the fog
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| Going in and going out again
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| Going in and going out again
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| Going in and going out again
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| And going in and going out, and going in and going out
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| And going in and going out again
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| Going in and going out again
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| And going in and going out, and going in and going out
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| And going in and going out again of the fog |