| You come from far away
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| With pictures in your eyes
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| Of coffeeshops and morning streets
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| In the blue and silent sunrise
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| But night is the cathedral
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| Where we recognized the sign
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| We strangers know each other now
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| As part of the whole design
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| Oh, hold me like a baby
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| That will not fall asleep
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| Curl me up inside you
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| And let me hear you through the heat
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| You are the jester of this courtyard
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| With a smile like a girls
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| Distracted by the women
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| With the dimples and the curls
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| By the pretty and the mischievous
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| By the timid and the blessed
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| By the blowing skirts of ladies
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| Who promise to gather you to their breast
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| Oh, hold me like a baby…
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| You have hands of raining water
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| And that earring in your ear
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| The wisdom on your face
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| Denies the number of your years
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| With the fingers of the potter
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| And the laughing tale of the fool
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| The arranger of disorder
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| With your strange and simple rules
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| Yes now Ive met me another spinner
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| Of strange and gauzy threads
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| With a long and slender body
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| And a bump upon the head
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| Oh, hold me like a baby…
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| With a long and slender body
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| And the sweetest softest hands
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| And well blow away forever soon
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| And go on to different lands
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| And please do not ever look for me But with me you will stay
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| And you will hear yourself in song
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| Blowing by one day
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| Oh, hold me like a baby… |