| She shook her head and I saw jewels
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| I saw golden trinkets hanging there and quivering
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| Then she told me 'Hey, I see the sea'
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| 'Watch how the creases form then disappear' - we saw a new day forming.
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| The sun had risen now and set the fibres burning
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| We got the feeling of riding the waves.
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| Then light struck upon the brooding trees
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| Making one leaf seem transparent and then shimmering
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| Then an arc of fire was burning on the distant rim
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| Of the horizon and we gazed in awe.
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| The sun had risen now and set the fibres burning
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| We got the feeling of riding the waves.
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| The sun had risen now and set the fibres burning
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| We got the feeling of riding the waves.
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| Then she whispered 'Look'
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| 'The honey-coloured ball is lilting its way into another morning'
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| Then she flicked the back of her neck, defiantly
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| And for such gestures one could fall hopelessly in love for a lifetime.
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| The sun had risen now and set the fibres burning
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| We got the feeling of riding the waves
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| We got the feeling of riding the waves
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| We got the feeling of riding the waves
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| Oh we got, we got, we got, we got
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| We got the feeling of riding the waves
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| Oh … |