Harmonica in the moon lightSilhouettes against the blue satin night
White splashing light on the ocean
The lover swings above it all
Waiting for her desired
She is full as I am empty
She is full as I am empty
My unity is else where
My transcendence
Is into the wind in the grass
My trail is solitary and unifying at the same time
Yet I miss the skirt
On the swing
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