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Somebody stole the water There's none where we know there ought to be It's empty. Somebody let the cork out And now we all have to walk out From the jetty. Paddling in shallow puddles, Cooling off our toes Skys above us, sky below us Finding our own kind of Strangely enhanced pleasure Lazing in these idle days While all that we've found says we're Waiting for a tidal wave And dreaming Gazing into the sea. |
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