| Fairy lights and muslin drapes
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| The eyes that see us are sleeping
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| Bottle of whisky, bottle of wine
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| Both from which we are drinking
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| Dahlias in December, chrysanthemums in June
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| In a town that can’t remember
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| From dusk to dawn, my love was gone
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| Between the veil of darkness and light
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| The sweet and sorrowful hour
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| That separates morning and night
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| I roll you in the flowers
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| Across the world I wander
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| My moments made from years
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| On a still and silent midway
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| I wait for you to reappear
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| Mmm
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| Carnival, lull into to sleep
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| No one can hear our voices
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| I can tell your future and past
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| By the light of the carousel horses
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| Across this world I wander
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| My moments made from years
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| On a still and silent midway
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| I wait for you to reappear
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| Mmm |