| A darker garden this, though pale with beauty
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| In the louring of the rain
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| How I long to break the silence
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| Where the moths and tigers play
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| Driving through the forest in the empty afternoon
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| A Japanese car stalled inside a glade
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| But the world is porcelain
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| Yes, the world is porcelain
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| And the quiet nights with the friend who could not stay
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| Left the future all sundazed
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| Alice, Jude and Laura singing
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| All our friends have come to stay
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| They are laughing in the sunlight
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| Where the criss-cross fountains play
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| Sunlight on the empty house and sunlight on the fields
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| The cul-de-sac, the law, the tracks, the lane
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| But the world is porcelain
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| Yes, the world is porcelain
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| Still the evening will not come here
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| And the stones are cracked and warm
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| And the pool is filled with sunlight
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| Still the evening will not come |