Rosalie
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I've been waiting all evening
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Possibly years I don't know
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Counting the passing hours
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Everything merges with the night
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I stand on the beach
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Giving out descriptions
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Different for everyone I see
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Since I just can't remember
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Longer than last September.
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Santiago
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Under the volcano
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Floats like a cushion on the sea
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Yet I can never sleep here
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Everything ponders in the night.
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Rosalie
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We've been talking all summer
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Picking the straw from our clothes
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See how the breeze has softened
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Everything pauses in the night.
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Everything Merges With The Night
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| Brian Eno |
