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Even now I mind the sirens

Through the sounding of the sea,

The other day I saw your strange eyes

Blue like butterflies for me.

Morning comes I wash the weapon,

Children bathed in little streams,

Savouring the taste of lightness,

Lifting cups at the great feast.

Even though I’ve sung the sad ones

To the sounding of the sea,

The other day I saw a strange sight

Climbing naked from the steam.

Morning rise and perfect timing,

Sugar dumped into the tea,

Before we drank the needle came down

On the carpet on your knees.

Your daddy’s home - don’t you know?

Solo: Chris