| You and I’d escape the night and call it summering.
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| I’d hold your rays and ride for days while you spin endlessly.
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| You undone, I felt safely strung between all your nerve endings.
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| So you made waves to congregate and finally ask of me,
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| «Will you lay with me where the sun hits right?
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| When the tired days can’t remember,
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| How a blurring haze came across your eyes.
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| Will you lay with me forever?»
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| Sun.
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| Focused state. |
| Wide awake in the eye of everything.
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| You and me twin-firing machines spending all our energy.
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| I felt the shade cool and grey and glanced up suddenly.
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| Aurora spray, a horizon away as I shout at the top of me,
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| «Will you lay with me in the sun tonight?
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| When the tired days can’t remember,
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| How a blurring haze comes across my eyes.
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| Will you lay with me forever, Sun?»
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| Carved your name across the sky in a fit of exiting,
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| With the polar night just in sight, will you come and visit me?
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| You and me twin-firing machines spending all our energy.
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| But if it’s you undone, you undone, then I can’t sit with you.
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| If it’s you undone, you undone, then I can’t sit with you.
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| And it’s you undone, you undone, and I can’t sit in your sun. |