| He sits by the bed
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| Watches while she sleeps
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| Her favourite book of poems lies
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| Just beyond reach
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| He walks to the doorway
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| He turns before he goes
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| She starts to stir as he
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| Turns the light down low and says
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| You be Marianne and I’ll be Lenny
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| Together we’ll live on the isle of hydra
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| There in that land of plenty
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| We’ll be there till the end of time
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| Eat tangerines and oranges
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| They bring down from the hills
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| Drink retsina at the cafe
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| And watch, watch what time never kills
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| And never grow old
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| And never watch old friends die
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| And like Peter Pan
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| We’ll be captain of that steel blue sky
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| Things would be so much simpler then
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| No need for fantasy, and no pretense
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| Wouldn’t watch old friends die
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| Captains of our own design
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| We’ll be there till the end of
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| We’ll be there till the end of time
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| He sits by the bed
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| Watches while she sleeps
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| Her favourite book of poems lies
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| Just beyond reach
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| -apologies to Leonard Cohen and Greece… Hydra is pronounced heedra…
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| poetic licence and all that you know |