She gives me everything I had been needing The crazy bit of reason I was looking for Giving me joy, giving me sorrow Making me remember there is no tomorrow The crazy bit of reason I was looking for Far down on a hill by a bay in the still Of a cool clear morning she came to me She didn't say a word, and all that could be heard Was her breath as it jumbled The harmony A morning in June with a pale sinking moon Hoping and believing it was meant to be Soft sweet cries and Mediterranean skies Holding what we knew of infinity
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