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By Caroline Lavelle, I let him in he won't stay out;
the wrong one
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By Caroline Lavelle, come to me
while I'm sleeping
and their wagging tongues
will not find
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By Caroline Lavelle, tonight I shall sleep with the ghost of Picasso
and I'll
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By Caroline Lavelle, The whole world holds its breath
at the place where your
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By Caroline Lavelle, Oh my love he works upon the sea
On the waves
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By Caroline Lavelle, I have waited long for you to come back home
to
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By Caroline Lavelle, sleep now, your blood moving in the quiet wind
no longer
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By Caroline Lavelle, I'll meet you
where the path meets the beach
where the tree
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By Caroline Lavelle, You talk to me
With the language of the sea
Of sand
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By Caroline Lavelle, when the ground drives like sand
and you're losing it from
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By Caroline Lavelle, there was a time I gave too much away
and many
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By Caroline Lavelle, through bushes & through briars I lately took my way
all
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By Caroline Lavelle, desire brings on madness
and that madness is directed at you
the
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By Caroline Lavelle, strung in the wind I called you
but you did not
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By Caroline Lavelle, ye muses assist me, there is none can resist me
save
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By Caroline Lavelle, I am a russian doll
layers beneath the skin
I have no
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By Caroline Lavelle, depuis les jours de charleroi
et la retraite de la marne
j'ai
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By Caroline Lavelle, when I heard that golden voice in my head
she said
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By Caroline Lavelle, the space his leaving creates
I have tried to fill with
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By Caroline Lavelle, I'm so uncool that my fingers almost burn
they've been known
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By Caroline Lavelle, the first time ever I saw your face
I thought the
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By Caroline Lavelle, the trees they do grow high
& the trees they do
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By Caroline Lavelle, I knew you could not forget me, couldn't if you
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By Caroline Lavelle, there's beauty in the dance of the cloud
that is me