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Intro

When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows

Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,

 I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,

 And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.

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 For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,

I have every color there it's true.

 Just lately when I look inside my painting box,

 I seem to pick the colors of you.

 My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,

 Are far away now from the world that I'm in.

 My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,

 With daffo-dils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,

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 The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.

Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.

 I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,

 But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown.

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