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 She took a long cold look at me

 and smiled and gazed all over my arm

 she loves to see me get down to ground

 she hasn't time just to be with me

 her face between all she means to be

 to be extreme, just to be extreme

 a broken pier on the wavy sea

 she wonders why for all she wants to see...

 But I got up and I stomped around

 and hid the piece where the trees touch the ground...

(Then, to imitate Syd trying to play while turning his lyric

sheet, just

strike the A and the low E about 467823823 times...)

 The end of truth that lay out the time

 spent lazing here on a painting green

 a mile or more in a foreign clime

 to see farther inside of me.

 And looking high up into the sky

 I breathe as the water streams over me...

Any comments/corrections/suggestions/other syd's/anything are VERY

welcome...