My love for you is an ocean of purity
And the tides they carry our kisses to the shore
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I saw at the bottom of my closet
In a pile of old clothes
My blue shirt that had a hole,
From cigarette flames
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I am bound for the sea; your heart in my heart
An ambassador from the garden
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If only you agreed to throw all those things around us
And jumped with me on the same bus with those young lovers
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Why, do you think
The moon was up on high last night
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