| I was still awake at dawn
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| When a little spotted fawn
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| (A little cloud of steam in the morning mist)
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| Came across the lawn
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| And I’d been late and long
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| And I had waited all night long for this
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| If you’d have seen me last year I’d have said
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| «I can’t even see you there from here»
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| So Rumi said it best —
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| It’s best to let it rest
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| Do it like them Romans do, I guess
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| Try and keep em fed
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| Try and keep your head
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| Try and keep your robes above that mess
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| If you’d have seen me last year I’d have said
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| «I can’t even see you there from here»
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| She made a sound like fire
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| Through telephonic wires
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| And I had waited all night long for this
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| Was humming soft and low
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| Was come to let me know
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| That I had waited all my life on this
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| If you’d have seen me last year I’d have said
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| «I can’t even see you there from here»
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| If you’d have seen me last year I’d have said
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| «I can’t even see you there from here»
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| If you’d have seen me last year honey
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| «I can’t even see you there from here»
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| If you’d have found me last year honey
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| «I can’t even see you there from here»
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| If you’d have told me Nashville I’d have said
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| «I can’t even see you there from here» |