The kettle's on
The sun has gone
Another day
She offers me
Tibetan tea
On a flower tray
She's at the door
She wants to score
She dearly needs to say

I loved you a long time ago, you know
Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow
But I just couldn't let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know

But I wish that I had 'cause I feel you so sad
But I never had one of your children

And across the room
Inside a tomb
A chance is waxed and wanes
The night is young
Why are we so hung up
In each other's chains
I must make her
I must take her
While the dove domains
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