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Oh I have counted the notes
We landed here not many years ago
And it was not a pretty song that we composed
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One hundred different suns
In a hundred different heavens
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You might wonder where you are,
Floating on the reservoir
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Remembering blood plums
and lips
and lemons
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Spied from a rowboat
Stroke, nought is spoken
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Four wings spread for the soft last touch
Of glory sun
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To be
A bee, a moth
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