Out on the tar plains, the glides are moving
All looking for a new place to drive
You sit beside me, so newly charming
Sweating dew drops glisten, freshing your side
 [bad word] The sun slips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart
Sing Blue Silver

Way down the lane away, living for another day
The aphids swarm up in the drifting haze
Swim seagull in the sky 
Towards that hollow western isle
My envied lady holds you fast in her gaze
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And watching lovers part, I feel you smiling
What glass splinters lie so deep in your mind
To tear out from your eyes 
With a word to stiffen brooding lies
But I'll only watch you leave me further behind
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