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With her head on my shoulder
And sand in her eyes
And my hand at her sweet breast
There’s no reason to rise
But the ever-morn’s breaking
And the night’s growing weak
Though it puts up a good fight
The dark hours to keep
Moving over her gently
Tiptoeing across the floor
Morning-motioning ruefully
A kiss for luck at the door
And the cold air takes my breath away
Stepping out into near-day
And my footsteps ring out emptily
As I blow tiny clouds up and away
But still I’m moving over her gently
Tiptoeing across the floor
Morning-motioning ruefully
A kiss for luck at the door
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